This is what my math teacher told my father about my failing grade in advanced mathematics during 11th grade at the gymnasium. It was a shame to fail at math within the mathematics – nuclear physics faculty. Feeling deeply offended, I explained to him that I am not lazy; I just have different priorities. (Sidenote: typical teenage ones). My father intervened and helped me reprioritize during the summer. Infinite Laughs.
The actual issue wasn’t my lack of knowledge, trust me (endless laughs), but rather my lack of dedication. I mistakenly believed that my intelligence and good memory (and my modesty) could compensate for this, thinking that simply paying attention in class and doing my homework during breaks would suffice. However, ‘Little Belly’ detected my lack of commitment. ‘Little Belly’ was the nickname we gave the teacher due to his habit of referring to curves as having a “little belly” when drawing them. ‘I-will-draw- this-curve-with-the-little-belly-facing-upwards.’ He was an excellent teacher, however. Now he is drawing little bellies in R2. Sad smile.
Infinite Love.