Originally Posted by
Fifteen Dollar Eagle
Now that I think about it, that's why I enjoyed maths so much, even though I was bad at it. I didn't have to think too deeply, I just had to know what I was doing to get the right answer. And if I got it wrong, the objectivity and structured-ness of maths usually meant that I could pinpoint exactly where I went wrong, and learn from it.
That sort of thing is much harder in, say, English (which was, ironically, my best and favourite subject).
^agreed. In school, I used my maths homework as a sort of rest/break, it was something I didn't need to think about, it was all logical steps that made perfect sense, it was obvious why you're doing what you're doing. I'm convinced that with a lot of maths, you either get it or you don't. I remember trying to explain the reasoning behind the solution to problems to classmates, and in many cases, they just couldn't get their head around it, because they were more inclined towards humanities, and I've very much a mathsy brain.
I remember in preschool (which was up to age 6 in Lithuania) trying to get the teacher to give me extra maths problems because I was bored, but she wouldn't. She got me to explain maths to the other kids instead. :P