I remember coming home from school in 3rd grade, sitting down to begin my multiplication homework, and quickly becoming extremely frustrated with the distractingly loud voices of whatever television show my parents were watching. After solving a problem or two from my homework, my frustration became too much, leading me to ask my parents to turn down the volume. My parents, not wanting to sacrifice their enjoyment of their afternoon after a hard day at work, weren't eager to listen to my complaints. With only the living room table available for me to work on my school assignments, I had to crunch numbers and ignore the sounds behind me at the same time. Every equation became a grueling undertaking as I struggled to store the numbers in my head before they were torn away by what felt like a fiery noise that surrounded me. Math is already a forest that kids struggle to find their way in; adding fire to that forest certainly didn't help me. I don't know how long it took me to finish, bu…
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