'Aarani can you come here?", my Appa (Dad) said.
'Yeah" I said in a monotone voice,"What Appa?"
'I want you to learn this", he hands me a piece of paper which had a multiplication table that went up to 12 x 12. "If you learn this you will be more advanced.", he told me. I grabbed the paper from him and that's when I realized I wasn't interested in numbers at all, I didn't care about how 2 numbers multiplied together would make another number. My only decision as a 2nd grader was to argue with him. "But Appa, it looks so boring, I'll do it later.", I whined.
'Come on Aarani, it's good for you.", he said while trying to convince me.
"But I don't want to learn it today and you can't make me!", I screamed.
'Aarani, learn it, its good for you!", he said in an irritated voice. I noticed that he was angry so I quickly scampered out the door with the paper in my hand and headed down to my room. Tears rolled down my cheek and made puddles on the paper but I still recited the multiplication table in a shaky voice, "12 x 1 is 12, 12 x 2 is 24, 12 x 3 is 36, 12 x 4 is-"
My dad walks in and notices my dried up tears on my cheek, "Were you crying?, Aarani, I wanted you to learn this because this is for your own good." He wiped my tears on my face and kissed my forehead.
My dad looked down at me and said, "Guess what, your sister has to learn a multiplication table up to 16 x 16." We laughed together and everything felt just right.
Now looking back at 2nd grade I realized that even though you may think parents are annoying and the many things they say are repetitive. They are doing it for your own good, because they care about you.
'Yeah" I said in a monotone voice,"What Appa?"
'I want you to learn this", he hands me a piece of paper which had a multiplication table that went up to 12 x 12. "If you learn this you will be more advanced.", he told me. I grabbed the paper from him and that's when I realized I wasn't interested in numbers at all, I didn't care about how 2 numbers multiplied together would make another number. My only decision as a 2nd grader was to argue with him. "But Appa, it looks so boring, I'll do it later.", I whined.
'Come on Aarani, it's good for you.", he said while trying to convince me.
"But I don't want to learn it today and you can't make me!", I screamed.
'Aarani, learn it, its good for you!", he said in an irritated voice. I noticed that he was angry so I quickly scampered out the door with the paper in my hand and headed down to my room. Tears rolled down my cheek and made puddles on the paper but I still recited the multiplication table in a shaky voice, "12 x 1 is 12, 12 x 2 is 24, 12 x 3 is 36, 12 x 4 is-"
My dad walks in and notices my dried up tears on my cheek, "Were you crying?, Aarani, I wanted you to learn this because this is for your own good." He wiped my tears on my face and kissed my forehead.
My dad looked down at me and said, "Guess what, your sister has to learn a multiplication table up to 16 x 16." We laughed together and everything felt just right.
Now looking back at 2nd grade I realized that even though you may think parents are annoying and the many things they say are repetitive. They are doing it for your own good, because they care about you.