I remember a time when part of the description of some women were their measurements...you know, for example: 24-23-26, meaning the size of their bust, their waist and their hips. I liked that kind of mathematical data then, when I was in the 8th grade. Actually it’s the only kind of math data that meant anything to me, except how much of my allowance I had left to spend. Oh, and people’s ages and street addresses—those numbers also worked for me. Simple math was okay to, although, over time it became more a philosophical thing for me (ie, does one + one really equal two, or does it equal something else...something else, I concluded more times than not, which put me at odds with most people then). I could visualize that kind of data, because it meant way more to me than the serious math, algebra, or geometry, they were trying to teach me in school but had a hard time with. Fact is, and I hate to admit it, I was put in a dumb-bell math class in the 8th grade. And the second thing I hate to admit, is that I loved it. I forgot the teacher’s name a long time ago, but I do remember her tolerance and patience and how she didn’t mind a paper glider or two being launched from unknown locations now and then during class. And she was always smiling. And she was pretty. Well, maybe not so pretty. Neat was what she really was. Every hair on her head was always in place and her dresses always seemed to me the kind ladies would wear to church. And I don’t think I ever wondered what her measurements were. It didn’t matter to me in school, in the 8th grade. BUT they DID matter to me at home, when our family watched the Miss America Pageant on TV during the BATHING SUIT category. That’s when they really counted, so to speak.
I had a late puberty. It didn’t go well (more on this another time).
PS...I got a B the second semester that year in my 8th grade math class, and I didn’t throw even one paper glider when the teacher wasn’t looking. Oh, and I didn’t even mind her mustache that lighted up every time she turned a certain way near the window and the sun was out from behind the clouds, shining like crazy.