Math was always my worst subject, all throughout my school years . . . even though my parents were understanding of that, they did not tolerate anything lower than a C on my report card regardless of the subject, so it was a miracle I could stay within that grading range in math, because if I came home with D or U (we didn't have Fs) on my report card - even in math, I would be grounded until the next report card - and ours usually came out every six weeks: no TV, no internet, no seeing friends.
During my high school years, I had the same teacher for each of my four math subjects: Pre-Algebra, Algebra 1, Geometry, and Algebra 2 (Geometry wasn't so bad, but Algebra, hoo-boy). He was a soft-spoken elderly man who I came to feel like was a grandfather to me, because he was always really patient and understanding with my struggles, and I have to say, he actually made my least favorite school subject tolerable in all the years I was in grade school; it was a one-on-one arrangement, so he was able to spend an hour focusing on teaching me and only me, exactly what I needed to know, and how I needed to figure it out. As I was finishing my final class with him, I seriously almost cried as I said goodbye to him for the last time.