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| St. Michael Kindergarten School, where I learned my ABC |
“What is
eight “8” (eight) multiplied by “9” (nine) class?” “Zen?” The lady, an apprentice teacher called out to a girl in a white printed shirt and blue pleated pants.
The girl rose, feet shaking, palms sweaty and eyeballs rolling from one
classmate to another waiting for someone to save her and whisper the answer. After a whole minute of fumbling with her skirt and fidgeting and wishing she had powers to go invisible she finally got
the courage to say “ammm errrr ninety-two (92)?” in the softest voice. The practice
teacher looked at her, face puzzled and caring and said in a sweet voice “I’m
sorry Zen, that is not the right answer you may take your seat.” “Any other idea
class?” Hands were hoisted into the air as kids shouted “Ma’am! Ma’am! Ma’am!”
The girl who was fearful of numbers sat teary eyed and listened and promised to study
harder.
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