After having been homeschooled through early elementary, my mom put me in public school in the 5th grade. The school, not having any academic history for me, randomly placed me in the highest level math class (and the lowest level English class). The first day of class we were given timed tests: 5 minutes to complete a page of 100 addition problems. Then subtraction. Then multiplication. By then I was getting in over my head. I understood that multiplication was essentially a form of addition, so I started frantically making hash marks to count up to the answers. I didn't finish my 100 problems, but I struggled through the 5 minutes and did the best I could. Next we were given a page of 100 division problems. By this time I was completely overwhelmed and burst into tears. The teacher gently ushered me next door to the lowest level math class where I spent the rest of the year, cheerfully using my multiplication cheat shee...