For whatever reason, I didn't like math from 1st through 3rd grade (I don't even know when we started math, but I remember not liking it). I was living in California, attending Albert Schweitzer Elementary, and had a math teacher named Mrs. Johnson. I don't think I liked her very much either, since she was kind of butch and gruff. Anyway, our house was directly next to the soccer field, so I could walk to school in two minutes. One day Mrs. Johnson "followed" me home (maybe she just looked up the address in my records), and soon after I got home, she showed up at our front door! I remember being terrified, but all she did was talk to Mom and tell her that I needed to work harder in math. I think it scared me so much that I loved math from then on, so much that I finished Calculus by the time I was out of high school. Guess I owe it to Mrs. Johnson!
I don't have a picture of the school, so here's Albert Schweitzer himself.
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