I've never liked math or been particularly good at it. I remember sitting at my kitchen table, frustrated, near tears, as my dad would help me with my math homework every night. But bless my dad for doing his darndest to get me to do well.
Once upon a time, when I was learning geometry, I was so upset about "angles" that my dad, in a burst of creativity, made up personalities for each of the angles and shapes so I could remember them. Acute angles, less than 90 degrees, is small and "a-cute." A right angle, always perfect, always "right" and always 90 degrees. And obtuse angles-- so lazy, so obstinate, always refusing to be straight like a right angle.
Apparently his lesson worked, because today I'm loving the geometry trend. Thanks Dad. :)
linking up with beth!