If mathematics is always a simple question like 1+ 1=2, I believe my life will be different. After struggling with mathematics for so many years, I finally found myself a "math killer". The middle story has to start from the first day I came into contact with mathematics. My first math teacher was none other than my father. At that time, my father was the person with the highest education in the family, and my father has always been proud of it. More importantly, my father is very talented in mathematics. Therefore, I have achieved good results in the initial education of mathematics. I knew such complicated arithmetic as 2+2=4 when I was in kindergarten. After entering primary school, things gradually developed in a complicated direction. This should start with my math teacher. Regardless of her teacher's status, she is actually a beautiful person and very gentle. However, because she is my father's old classmate and my math teacher, I got special "care" in math class. For example, teachers always pay attention to my attendance, my homework and whether I listen carefully in class. If this situation is put in my kindergarten for one year, I believe I will be extremely proud. But contrary to expectations, when I went to primary school, my math scores were no longer my pride, and the special care of the teacher made me feel very annoyed. That is, especially when we study some mixed operations and application problems, my math score will always stay at 70 points. After six years of primary school, I think I should at least catch my breath. In fact, I was young and ignorant at that time, and I didn't know there were more headaches ahead. What I never expected was that my junior high school math teacher was actually the husband of a primary school math teacher. His relationship with my father is really strong. From then on, my dreams are full of radical symbols, squares and isosceles triangles, which sounds suffocating. The short three years of junior high school passed quickly and did not leave me too many painful memories. The most painful thing to say is high school. Seriously, I don't really remember what I learned in high school, but I do remember those painful memories about my grades. At that time, teachers and classmates were very scared and sensitive to grades, especially in Grade Three. I remember that in the mock exam, the math paper 150, and I always got more than 20 points. Once I got 39 points for the first time. I am so excited.