As much as technology helps us, it can hinder us, too.
Late last week, I finally had an appointment with my new schools Accessibility Office, formally known as the Disability Office. One of my most pressing concerns was in making it through the math placement test without needing to take, and pay for, a bunch of remedial math classes.
As stated in entries past, I have big problems with math. I used to think it was just because my brain didn’t think in a way that handled equations well, but now I know it’s an executive function thing.
While I’m tempted to figure out how to get better with higher math, there’s no real reason to do that at this point. I’m not interested in professionally pursuing math intensive fields, and, let’s face it, the most complicated every day math isn’t so bad with a calculator.
That’s right, kids, unless you’re making your own sewing patterns, designing your own house or plotting your own landscaping, most adults just don’t need higher math. Addition, subtraction, division and multiplication are pretty much all general adulthood requires.
Anyway, I don’t know what it’s like in other states, but Minnesota allows students to take a logic class in order to meet the math requirement for an AA in writing. I had done that, passed and had thought that was behind me.
That said, when I got the paper telling me I had to take, and pass, that math test just to get in, I was less than thrilled.
On Thursday, I brought that up with the person who was helping me out. It had confused him, too, so he called someone else to see what the deal was.
Apparently, the computer forces a figure to be entered into that slot. Since I’d already required the math requirement for my degree, I didn’t even have to pass. I could randomly pick answers, get a zero and still be able to enroll with the school.
I still plan on doing some studying and doing my best on the thing, but still, it seems like a lot of wasted time and effort. All because there has to be something entered into that field. There’s no work-around, either.
So, this week, I’m going in on Thursday to take the test in the Accessibility Office. The result won’t matter, but I thought it would be good to get an idea of how they handle testing for people who need double time.
The somewhat ridiculous thing is, I’m still nervous about it. I wouldn’t say it’s full-blown anxiety, but butterflies still decide to tap dance around my stomach when I think about it.
It doesn’t matter what I score on the thing, belly bugs. Calm down already.