Clint was in the 7th grade. I was finishing the basement. I was cutting material. I wrote down the lengths and set up the divisions. Clint struggled with how I was dividing, adding and subtracting. It concerned me that he was completing the 7th grade and could not breeze through simple math. The next day after school, I went to see his math teacher. I ask if he had a moment to discuss Clint. He said sure. I explained that Clint was struggling with elementary math. The teacher looked shocked. He said you cannot be serious. I said do I look like this is a joke. Mr. Brinkman straightened, looked me hard in the face and said surely you must know that Clint excels in math.
I said explain that he could not follow me on some simple math problems that resulted from measuring and cutting materials. He said like what. I gave him an example. He proceeded to tell me that in modern math, we teach them a more structured way to perform those operations. Our goal is for them to understand the operation. Which he said was more important than getting the correct answer. Say what?
I was not convinced. I went home and told Clint that over the summer, he and I were going to work through an 8th grade math text book. I went back to Mr. Brinkman and ask him if I could borrow one of his text books for the summer. He never said a word. Gave me a book and I told him I would return it at the end of summer.
When Clint and I began his lessons, our roles took a complete reversal. After about two or three sessions, he was teaching me modern mathematics. At that point, it was obvious that he was not behind in math, I was. I immediately called a cease and desist to my math teacher party!