(Photo: Jess Barnard} One morning last week, my eighth grader sat on the stool at the kitchen counter and sighed heavily. He was frustrated. They were learning how to do rotations in math—some algebra or geometry concept that I have no recollection of ever learning—and he said he was bad at them.
Conditions of Satisfaction
Conditions of Satisfaction
Conditions of Satisfaction
(Photo: Jess Barnard} One morning last week, my eighth grader sat on the stool at the kitchen counter and sighed heavily. He was frustrated. They were learning how to do rotations in math—some algebra or geometry concept that I have no recollection of ever learning—and he said he was bad at them.