What-the-fuck, I’m trying to do third grade math with the grandboy. Multiplication, simple shit. 5×7, “Thirty five, boy, let me write out the times table for you”
“What’s a times table?“
Then he proceeds to do some complex calculation that involved 42…
“What the fuck does 42 have to do with it?”
“Don’t swear Pa!”
“There is no 42 in 5×7! It’s 35!”
Six verticals dots, some kind of elongated horizontal thing, equals something…
“I don’t know, man. Put a 5 in the box and tell your principal to call me with any questions….”
I need a 21st century educator to explain the positive benefit of common core math to me. Take your time, I’ll wait.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking the teachers, their job is already impossibly hard. I feel sorry for them they are forced to teach this horseshit. I can do pretty complex math in my head, I can’t do third grade math at the dining room table.
The ONE thing the boy does know about math is that my phone has a calculator.
Again, what the fuck?