Something is terribly…terribly…wrong at our house.
Sissy practically skips off to do her geometry homework, her face wreathed in smiles.
See? Wrong. Way wrong.
Sometimes I’ll come across her facetiming her geometry bestie and they’re GIGGLING while working their way through homework.
What the what?!?
Supplements and complements to angles? High-larious!
Congruent polygons? What a gas!!
Direct and indirect proofs??! Nuthin’ better, num, num num!
Is this our brave new world? Is this the new world order?! Has the earth shifted on its axis and highschool girls in the 21st century really LIKE geometry?? Because back in the 20th century, highschool girls hated the beshizzle out of it. So much so that we had to spend our entire geometry class ignoring whatever nonsense was going on at the front of the room and instead talk about our perm-on-top-of-already-curly hair. (This in turn got one of those olde timey chalkdust filled erasers whipped by the geometry teacher at our aforementioned curly hair. That makes a girl hate geometry for more reasons than one.) And geometry homework time? Had to be spent weeping loudly at the kitchen table. Yeah. Way, WAY more crying over geometry back in the 20th century.
Sissy’s geometry mystery prompted me to gaze deeply at her textbook (in case each problem was followed by a delicious chocolate treat or something which would explain my puzzlement away).
And this is what I found. (Here, I took a picture so you could see too. Look close.)
Geometry for Enjoyment and Challenge.
Ah, yes. This DOES explain it all. Here in the 21st century highschool girls are doing geometry for enjoyment. And challenge!
Back in the 20th century, highschool girls were doing geometry for tears. And Hell.