As a kid in the Sixties and early Seventies I was master of many things: my Major Matt Mason toys, my Action Man stuff, my Project SWORD fleet, how to fix a bike puncture and how to wear platform shoes. I could do all these things and like Mattel's Man in Space I was in my element doing them.
But when I was at "Skool" I always struggled greatly with Maths. I was OK but I only just scraped through my final exam when I was 16.
Unlike English I just didn't feel confident thinking mathematically. For some people its just like another language, which they learn really easily. For me Maths often felt counter-intuitive.
The most counter-intuitive and abstract of all the ideas in my Secondary School Maths was that a double minus makes a positive.
How can this be?
How can 7- - 7 = +14?
It really doesn't make any sense. Its like saying that two wrongs make a right or that two fails make a pass! See, I'm resorting to English to explain it to myself again because I understand words; I can grapple with them and make them work. I even understand tricky double negatives in long sentences. But numbers! Yikes! and, even worse, negative numbers! God help us!
When I do try to equate the above sum with everyday experience it just makes it worse and even less graspable. For instance, if I said I had seven pounds and I wanted give away minus seven pounds, whereupon I would magically end up with plus fourteen pounds and bid for something on Ebay I would say its madness! How on earth could I have minus seven pounds? Perhaps its a debt that I owe a mate for an 8 inch Meat Feast Pizza or something? Alas, using the idea of debt just makes it even foggier.
Maths doesn't translate into normal language. Its somehow other-worldy, intangible, unimaginable and yes, maybe even scary in a runic sort of way. Symbols beyond speech, glyphs without words, ciphers to an unseen dimension where double negatives really do make pluses.
I am, however, in awe of Mathematicians and their uncanny ability to calibrate the world in numbers. That theorems such as Fermat's Last could take hundreds of years to solve is to me a form of arcane mystery and the fact that some bright spark can do it is positively Lovecraftian.
No, I shall stick to words - where I feel warm, safe and cozy - but, on the off chance you can explain how a double negative makes a plus in words of a single syllable that I used all week then please do get in touch!
What was your bete-noir at "Skool" readers?