Tuition refund?

I promise I went to college.
I promise I even showed up for my classes on most occasions, and even passed with a B average. Really I did.

Ok…there were a few classes during spring quarter that I might have skipped, because the weather was so beautiful and the football team was meeting at the swimming pool. (You would have gone too, for the chance to see some of them without their shirts on, you’ll have to trust me on that one)

There might have been a few instances during winter quarter algebra class too, now that I think about it. The one that started at 8:00 in the morning, making it almost impossible to get out of a warm bed purely for the opportunity to write mathematical equations three pages long that perpetually left me asking... “but WHY does X=19? Who sais so”?

I promise I even graduated from college and went on to study further on a Masters and in many professional business courses. All of which I did very well in if I do say so myself.

So, it’s not my fault that math has evolved is it? That since the time I graduated, some 17 years ago, the world’s scholars have devised new and more fascinating ways to come to the same correct answer for a simple multiplication problem?

Does it mean that I’m scholastically challenged because I’ve never heard of the methods my son is bringing home from 4th grade math class?

It seems I’ve allowed my brain to marshmallow into a big bag of incompetent goo by not keeping up with today’s hip tactics for calculating 45 x 2 ? Yes silly…, I know the answer, but apparently it isn’t the answer they’re interested in anymore.

It’s the process.

I’m sorry. I can’t help but notice that somewhere along the line I missed the class where they taught multiplying by using a series of grids and boxes, columns and rows with diagonal lines running through them at each intersection to find the correct answer after adding the diagonal lines.

I bet it was that day at the beach.

I wonder if my parents are entitled to a partial refund of college tuition?
Hmmm.