I’m tutoring in a second grade class. Math. Those of you know me well can pick yourselves up off the floor. The students are practicing addition and subtraction of 2 digit numbers.
For the visual types, e.g., 57+87=S.
A girl in the class quoted me, from when I was her age,
“I don't know where the numbers come from!” All caps.
The frustration in her face told me what she was thinking...
She surmised that math had the incarcerated feeling of a straight jacket. There were 9 digits plus 0 to work with. Only one barbaric correct way. One piss-correct sum for any given problem. We call them problems, don’t we?
Well, she may not have thought these things, exactly.
I may have been reading into her furrowed brow.
I was going to tell her, “Don’t worry you’ll probably excel in the literary arts. With the English language you have 26 letters combined in legions of ways and there’s even room to create new words. Plus lots of punctuation. You will meander through, history, mystery, realistic fiction, auto and biographies, historical fiction, fantasy, science fiction, poetry, nonfiction, fables, fairy tales, myths, reference..... but the bell rang and she had to git.
Deep work without being complicated.
Sometimes I continue to read something I can’t understand on to the end, hoping that by the time I’ve pushed through to the finish a grand flash will blind me into understanding in a total holistic way.
Reading on and on without recess to ‘get it’ is like listening to a lecture without a teacher pausing for the students to digest information.
And so, I am existing in this life lecture without pause. One a page ahead of comprehension confidently hoping it will kick in.