Growing up, I always had a fondness (sometimes a great distaste) for any kind of math. All kinds of math. I loved the idea that I was learning how to do a new puzzle everyday that all builds to something bigger at the end. The idea that it all begins with 2+2 and ends with an epic mathematical equation that only so many people can solve, blows my mind. Now thats not saying that I am very good at it or it is my favorite subject (literature actually is) but I am saying that I have a spot for it in my heart. One of the earliest memories I have about math, is actually using blocks in Kindergarten. The blocks were given to us as a counting manipulative. The blocks were yellow and divided into groups of ones (single block), tens (strips) and hundreds (cube). I particularly remember loving the fact that I actually got to play with blocks while learning. This is the single moment that brought on my fondness for math. Of course, my most fondest memory in math involves chocolate. The setting is Mrs. Steels fourth grade class. As we walk back in from recess, we notice there are paper plates on each of the desk. As we begin to sit down, Mrs. Steel walks around the room scooping chocolate frosting onto the plates. The premise was, she would stand up in front of the class and ask a math problem. We, the students, had to draw the answer in the frosting and if we were correct, we were able to lick our fingers. I find that to be a genius and exciting activity. All through my time in math classes, I was always maintained an average grade, although there were some below average grades sometimes. I always felt math was my weakest subject even though I enjoyed it. And I mean all parts of math, from Geometry, fractions all the way to algebra. Most of it I can blame on myself but some of the blame has to be put on a few of the teachers I have had. For instance, Mrs. Potvin, my third grade math teacher. She was a great teacher of other subjects such as re