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For a long time, it seemed obvious that I
had no aptitude for maths.
It was a reasonable inference for a
seven-year-old. No matter how strenuously I tried to grapple with the mysteries
of addition, subtraction and long division, the squared pages of my exercise
book would always come back to me decorated with enthusiastic red crosses.
Evidently, these number problems were only deceptively simple; their solutions
lay frustratingly beyond my grasp.
However, when the new school year brought
with it a new teacher, a new explanation shimmied into
focus.
“Young lady, I would have been able to give
you full marks for your work… had the problems you answered on this page been
the ones I’d written on the board.”
In that moment, the clouds parted and I saw
the world in a new light. I could say goodbye to being a maths dummy forever.
However, the price of doing so was a lifetime of wearing that '70s badge of
shame: a pair of NHS glasses. Being seven or thereabouts, I didn’t think in
terms of Faustian bargains—but how much more of a bargain can you get than
“free”, am I right?
Shortly thereafter, I began attending school
wearing a pair of hideous glasses. At the same time, my ability in maths
improved dramatically. Thus, I played a small part in reinforcing the stereotype
that glasses are not merely a marker of intelligence, but somehow, magically,
have the power to confer it.
Years later, of course, those NHS glasses
would become the last word in style. Remember, guys, I was rocking those hideous
frames before they were cool and, occasionally, getting punched for it. Such is
the lot of the fashion trailblazer; I may have been getting my maths problems
right, but I was getting '70s preteen style tragically wrong.
Had I been metaphorically less short-sighted,
I might have taken comfort in the fact that, any time-travelling hipsters from
the twenty-first century who had arrived at my junior school would have judged
me the most fashion-forward kid in the class. Just another instance of coming up
with the right answer to the wrong problem…
Alison Raouf
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