Numbers are my
nemesis,
All my digits,
dead,
As if by some
strange process
Junk jumps in my
head.
If't is a gift, oh
man,
I want the
receipt!
So a refund get I
can
So summing's no
feat!
No wrapping
paper had it,
No ribbons, no
card,
Subtracting is no habit,
When it's so
damned hard.
Perhaps to some
gift it be,
Some kind of
queer boon,
Perhaps,
perhaps, but for
me,
Three is one and
one.
Dyscalculia
results
Close on this
gift's tail,
As number
crunching
defaults
All to no avail.
Q.T. Jackson
"Well Sir, it's like this...I wan't to grasp it, truly I do, but I'm a realistic person, I don't see how I will ever understand math."
("From my point of view")
A milk carton was approximately 2 inches (Maracruso & Sokol, 1998)
2 +2 = 3 (Dehaene & Cohen, 1991)
407 is "four hundred eight" (Marcaruso & Sokol, 1998)
43
- 29
26 (Siegler, 2003)