Mr. Doitz made Clarice go to the blackboard to show him how she came up with the answer to the algebra problem. He was sure she’d copied Billy’s answer. Clarice trembled, not understanding she suffered from dyscalculia. The problem she laid out on the blackboard looked like something Stephen Hawking would write about string theory and how the universe was created.
Through clenched teeth Mr. Doitz said, “Stop.”
Clarice turned to him and said, “But I’m not done yet.”
“Just stop. It’s impossible to find the answer that way.”
“Maybe you can’t, but I can.” And she did.
Through clenched teeth Mr. Doitz said, “Stop.”
Clarice turned to him and said, “But I’m not done yet.”
“Just stop. It’s impossible to find the answer that way.”
“Maybe you can’t, but I can.” And she did.
