SINES, cosines and tangents. While I was pretty handy at maths, this was beyond me. I was 16 and had other things on my mind. Oh, and I wasn’t paying attention at the start.
While I could easily Google trigonometry today, I’m confident my response would have me revert to staring out a window thinking about football and the next disco or ceili and the chance ‘Fiona’ might ask me to dance. It was a more pleasant thought than a weird squiggle.
I could have asked the teacher, but, well, I’d left it too long. A few days had gone by and even when armed with the answers I couldn’t understand the questions. I should have known it by now, and I hadn’t asked, and when Mr Loughran asks me why I haven’t asked, well…I’ll not bother.
