Editorial

In the earlier stages of my schooling, I was pretty good at maths. I was placed in Group A in maths and genuinely enjoyed learning since I assumed I would understand anything related to the subject. Ironically, I started to struggle with maths when I was introduced to word problems. I could not comprehend the need for different situations for each of the problems and started to believe that there was no way I would ever understand maths again.

More than anything else, it was my level of confidence that decided my fate when it came to maths and it has been that way ever since. I believe that the times I did find the confidence, it was a direct reflection of the level of patience my teachers would have while teaching. My teacher in ninth grade took over twenty minutes to explain one permutation problem when we first started learning about it in class and to him, I am forever grateful. Not just for the lesson in permutations, but also for the one that taught me we could always learn as long as we kept at it and believed in ourselves.