In the 1950s, we were taught that 1 & 2 came before 4, 5 & 6.
Stan has 4 nickles, 3 pennies, and 2 quarters. If apples are $1 per pound and oranges are $2 per pound, assuming each orange weighs 4 ounces and each apple weights 6 ounces, how racist is Stan?
I have an ancient (1920-ish) American Correspondence Schools book for tradesman’s math. It’s written for about an eighth-grade level education, and is amazingly comprehensive. First math book I ever saw that showed how to crunch a square root by hand.
I struggled though math in high school because I hated it. Nearly fifty years later I’m struggling through Tom Apostol’s “Calculus” because I love it.
Mathematics is axiomatic that God is real.
When i was taught math the logger question didn’t ask the students how they felt about the logger’s views on homosexuality.
Fabric stores in California often have, in my experience, the least eductated staff in retail.
I presented a 50% off coupon to the clerk who had just cut sections of fabric for me. She didn’t recognize the coupon so naturally, she bellowed in a long shoreman’s voice “You can’t use that! That’s not good!” and to prove it to me - she passed the coupon over the scanner and my $48 purchase was reduced to $24. She pointed to the reduced amount and said “See, that’s not 50%!” I was staring at her involuntarily - not knowing what kind of response I might give.
I pointed to the screen, “Well, uh....$24 is 50% of $48 dollars...” She interrupted me at earsplitting volume again, this time ennunciating each work for slow-witted me, “You. Can’t. Use. This.” and she ordered me to watch while she cleared the scanner again and re-scanned. Once again, the $48 value was reduced to $24 and she said, “See! It doesn’t work! YOU.CAN’T.USE.THIS.” I said quietly, “Well, then you’ll want to stop scanning the coupon because it reduces my purchase by 50% each time....’ She gave up trying to explain it to the troglodyte (me) and printed the ticket for me to take to the cashier with my fabric. I paid the cashier the $24 plus tax, as specified on my ticket, and left. Later I heard the clerks all hide bolds of fabric under the tables at the back of the store so they don’t have to shelve them at the end of the day. Wasn’t surprised.
The ladies were all white, undereducated women with, apparently, small children at home and were otherwise unemployable.