Sample essay on mathematics short story
1. An 800-word essay on the story between mathematics and me
If mathematics would always be a simple question like 1+1=2, I believe my life would be a different one. Kind of like. After so many years of fierce struggle with mathematics, I finally discovered that I am a "math killer". The story in between must start from the first day I came into contact with mathematics.
The person who inspired me in mathematics was none other than my father. At that time, my father was the most highly educated person in my family, and he was always proud of it. What's more important is that my dad has extremely high talent in mathematics. Therefore, my mathematical enlightenment education has achieved very good results. Specifically, when I was in kindergarten, I knew complex arithmetic such as 2+2=4.
After entering elementary school, things gradually developed in a complicated direction. It starts with my math teacher. If you put aside her status as a teacher, she is actually a pretty person, and she is also very gentle. But because she was my dad's old classmate and my math teacher, I received special "care" in math class. For example, the teacher always pays attention to my attendance in class, my homework, and whether I listen carefully during class. If this situation had happened when I was in kindergarten, I believe I would have been extremely proud. But things went counterproductive. By the time I entered elementary school, my math scores were no longer something I was proud of, and the teacher's special attention made me feel very annoyed. That's right, especially when we learned about mixed operations and word problems, my math score always stayed at 70%.
After finally surviving six years of primary school, I thought I should at least take a breather. In fact, being young and ignorant, I didn’t know that there were more headaches ahead. What I never expected was that my junior high school math teacher was actually the husband of my elementary school math teacher. The relationship between him and my dad is really one of a kind. From then on, my dreams were filled with radical signs, squares, and isosceles triangles, which sounded suffocating.
The three years of junior high school passed very quickly and did not leave me with too many painful memories. The most painful thing is high school. To be honest, I can’t actually remember what I learned in high school, but I still remember those painful memories about fractions. At that time, both teachers and classmates were frightened and extremely sensitive to scores, especially in the senior year of high school. I remember that during the mock exams, I always scored in the twenties for a math paper worth 150 points. One time I scored an unprecedented thirty-nine points on the test. I was so excited.
The college entrance examination is coming as scheduled. I can no longer remember how anxious I was when I went to the examination room. After the results came out, I performed as usual in other subjects. What also surprised me was that my math skills were extraordinary, with a score of over 80. In fact, everyone’s math scores were very high that year. It turned out that it wasn’t my extraordinary performance, but the paper was simple. In fact, if you don’t count my math scores, I did quite well in the exam, but it was all held back by math. With this lesson in mind, I really racked my brains when filling out my application form, just so I could get into a major that didn't require me to study mathematics. However, God did not follow people's wishes. After completing the preparatory course, I was assigned to the business administration major. Heaven and earth, mathematics in this major is going to kill people. The first year I studied calculus. Since I had learned a little while in preparatory school, fortunately it wasn’t that difficult to learn, at least I wouldn’t be completely incomprehensible. I also answered a few questions during the exam. But as soon as I came out of the exam room, I knew I was going to fail. So I quickly discussed with my best friend to call the teacher to plead for mercy. But then I thought about how the teacher could answer the student's call at this time, but if he didn't try, he would definitely hang up. In the end we still felt beaten. I especially remember that I dialed the teacher’s phone in a desperate mood. Miracles do exist. Our most handsome and lovely teacher’s voice came from the phone. I quickly put away my surprise and put on a new one. In a pitiful tone, I said that I actually studied mathematics very hard, but I had no talent. I also said that if the teacher failed me and took the make-up exam, I would definitely still fail. Our teacher was actually very young. I guess he was moved by me, so I passed calculus like this.
I studied linear algebra in the second semester of my freshman year. Legend has it that this is very simple, so I listened to the first few classes very carefully and occasionally took notes. But---this "but" is actually a very annoying thing, and all good things always become quite terrible when encountering it. However, because I occasionally skipped classes and slept when I wasn't skipping classes - just like that, one month before the exam, I found that I still didn't know anything about "modern". I began to take advantage of it, and after reading it, I even despised myself. It turned out that "modern" is really simple, and you can know it at a glance. During the exam, I opened the paper with full confidence and found that all the questions were familiar. I was so happy that I lowered my head and started working hard. But I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s a question I just read a few days ago. Why can’t I do it? I looked helplessly for a while, looking at the paper and then at the other students. When my eyes met with the invigilator, I already understood that I had become a key surveillance target. I wanted to hand in the paper quickly to prove my innocence, but what was depressing was that he came in to inspect our cutest math test again. I thought to myself that if I turned in the paper at this time, I was seeking death.
But I, a person who knows nothing, persisted until the last moment. Of course, my results can be imagined
I finally made it to this year. This year is really special, that is, this year we will finish the last math course. It's called Probability Theory. I really don't know the full name. Just for this reason, I feel that I deserve to fail mathematics. As expected, I still failed this subject. This is caused by many historical reasons. For example, this is a difficult subject. I don’t understand it, so I don’t learn it. The timing of the math class this semester is not good. Sometimes I have something to do and I can’t go to class. Also, the teacher this semester is not a math major but something like that. PhD in Finance-----Actually, I was still struggling before the exam. That was the night before the exam. I felt that I should not fail the last subject, so I stayed up all night and just read everything I had learned. Before entering the examination room, I memorized a long-lasting formula. Later, I found that these are used every time. The score of thirty-three points is enough to prove that I thought I could bid farewell to mathematics with a night of hard work, but in my case, "God does not follow people's wishes" really came true.
This is the history of blood and tears between me and mathematics. I swear, I have never encountered anything more sad than this. Every incident and every plot makes my heart ache. What makes me even more distressed is that my relationship with it is not over yet
2. Mathematics composition for the first grade of junior high school in 100 words My most imaginative story
1. As the world Technology continues to advance and everything is available. Now children have become friends with TVs, computers, game consoles... but they have forgotten "I", your eyes!
2. I It's very important to you. You need me to understand this society. My master has a pair of big, clear eyes. Everyone praises me when they see me! I can't say I'm so happy! But I'm more than excited. , but we must not forget the disaster!
3. Hey! There is no way, my little master is still lying in front of the TV! I am going to suffer, you don’t know! I have to watch the TV every day , choose between computers,
Imagination essay 100 words
. I get a headache just talking about them! My master is very addicted! My master's grandfather started talking, but the little master still begged: "Grandpa, let me look at it for a while!" There is no other way, so it is better to obey.