I *literally* laughed out loud!
My how I sympathize. My mother had to teach me long division because somehow the fourth grade teacher gave it rather short shrift in favor of reading Hilda Von Stockum's The Cottage at Bantry Bay etc. Math was never my favorite subject, so listening to Von Stockum novels was much more fun, but it did rather hamper my math skills for awhile.
*laughs 'til snorting*Oh, poor Ramona. I now love, love, LOVE long division, and find it calming, and like... I don't know, like the hand of God, really, in how it shows that there's a way to take big numbers and make them something to fit into your hand, with maybe a crumbly bit left over, but yeah. At nine and ten, it WAS NOT PRETTY.
Succinctly said, Mom :-)
I totally sympathize and agree that the state of learning long division is no way to live. It's the gulag for sure. Unfortunately the only way out is to learn it as quickly as possible. So concentrate, Ramona. Pretend you are undergoing torture for your faith, and Mom is the wicked interrogator, whom you can only vanquish by actually solving long division on your own.
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