The irony that fills my life never escapes me. For example, I now spend my Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights teaching riding lessons and tutoring teenage girls in whatever subject they need help in… which usually ends up being math. Ironic because:
- 2 weeks ago I took a header off a horse and broke my wrist in front of the woman who had just hired me to teach teenagers how to ride.
- I couldn’t divide my way out of a paper bag.
On the bright side I can honestly now say that all of my high school math teachers were right (UGH); I did end up using algebra and geometry later in life. I just didn’t mean to.