Here’s how terrible I am at math.

Once, in high school, I got a 6 out of 100 on a math test.

Yeah, a *6*.

I’ll never forget that as the teacher told me it’s the lowest grade she’d ever seen for a student who appeared to be trying their hardest and actually attempting to learn.

The thing is, though, I could never find any method despite hours and hours of studying to determine which particular algebraic technique to apply to any problem, nor could I ever discern any possible criteria for determining this, even in principle.

Obviously, there must be ones, because some students (including a close friend of mine) made a 100 on the test.

Math always has and ever will look like a language that I cannot read, and when I think I begin to understand it a bit, it shifts to another dialect or alphabet, and then I am again lost.