I am somewhere in Chorlton in the summer of 1910 and it’s another
one of those challenges to which there is no prize, save the satisfaction of
showing off your knowledge.
All I ask is that you explain your answer which was what my
old Maths teacher always said.
“It doesn’t matter about the answer show me the working out that took you to an answer which will show you understand the maths.”
Which was fine but didn’t impress the O level examiner who failed me with a grade 9.
“It doesn’t matter about the answer show me the working out that took you to an answer which will show you understand the maths.”
Which was fine but didn’t impress the O level examiner who failed me with a grade 9.
Ah well bitterness should not be allowed to stretch out from
the June of 1966.
There are clues but I won’t say what they are.
Picture; from the Lloyd collection
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