This is another editorial that I wrote for the monthly newspaper editorial contest. The topic was the challenge for me at first but then Mom suggested math. I wrote it like a poem and had lot’s of fun. I probably won’t win the contest this month since I already won it the first time and they haven’t published my essays since.
Math. A never ending story of decimals, fractions, ratios, and multiplication that seems to prevail over me and frustrate me again and again. But when I conquer the plague of numbers and figures that torment my mind, what a good feeling it is to know that I have mastered something I once thought difficult. And then comes yet another tempest which I must learn to brave as I sit with a pencil in my unmoving hand, until I have it! Firmly locked in my mind never to be forgotten or neglected unless I let it go.
When the school year is done I might be joyful that I am freed of the digits and shapes that had been so awful to me, but soon I find myself yearning for math yet again. I’ll never know when I’ll have to pull out of my knowledge some combination of numbers from the constantly growing jumble of my mathematical mind to solve a problem. But when I do I must remember that I could not have done without that wonderful, horrible, challenge. Math.
