My Inspiration
...ity to read. I was five at the time and my father and I would walk to school every morning. Looking back, I remember him continuously stressing the importance of a good education. He walked with me up and down hills, across streets, past houses, with a determination to teach me whatever he could think of that day. During those walks I learned how to read a clock, multiply, and divide as well as other knowledge that children do not attain until they are at least seven or eight. Each morning I would walk into my classroom with an eagerness and willingness to learn. I believe that those tiny journeys were my stepping stones for a successful education. Math is a subject that my father and I had an affinity towards. We both considered math problems as little puzzles that need to be put together and solved. When doing my math homework or studying for a math test I would quickly embrace his assistance knowing that we would most likely end up discussing math all night and I would learn many new things. One night that I vividly remember was when I was eleven. I was studying for a math test on a topic in geometry that I didn’t understand, so I had gone to my dad for help. My father was doing some work in our basement and quickly dropped everything to help me. We had stayed up late that night working out math problems with a piece of chalk on ...