The last time I used algebra, I was probably 15 years old, and I'm not sure I've ever really needed it in actual "life", so to speak.
Me neither. I always said the people who need algebra the most are the people who teach it.
The last time I used algebra, I think I was 16 or 17 though. I was taking it in 11th grade with all the 9th graders, as well as in 10th grade with the 9th graders the year before that. And in 9th grade with other 9th graders the year before.
I think the teacher (though I'm pretty sure I had two different teachers) felt bad for me and gave me a passing grade in the end during 11th grade. I don't think I deserved to pass it though.
I got pretty good grades, always had a problem with math though. Nothing in math in elementary school was hard for me compared to algebra or geometry.
I remember always meeting eyes with a real pretty girl when I walked into algebra (or actually I think it was geometry by this time) so I was probably in 12th grade and she was in 10th. I was almost certain she liked me, to this day I can count the number of girls that looked at me like she did every day. Even some of the girls I dated for a fair length of time never gave me the vibes I got from this girl before I started dating them. I was pretty shy, or at least when it came to talking to girls. I would never ask a girl out at that age. If I went out with a girl it's because they pursued me and initiated the entire thing.
One day I somehow got her phone number. I don't even remember how I got ahold of it, it certainly was not from her personally though, I can tell you that much. And I pretended I was someone else, someone that was no longer in high school. I said the only guy I know in town was ''This guy named Brian'' and started to describe this guy who was really me. I said something like ''I'm not exactly sure of his last name, he's a very big hockey fan though, he loves the Devils''. And she said ''Oh yeah I think I know him, is he kind of slow?''. To which I replied ''He never struck me that way''.
I was absolutely crushed haha, like completely deflated. I thought for sure this girl was interested in me, and maybe she was but was just one of those preppy girls that wouldn't have admitted it for fear of being scorned by her friends who may not have liked me. She never found out it was really me on the phone the entire time, I was able to fool her I think. Mostly because I didn't talk too much in class, I was kind of quiet and never spoke unless spoken to. At least not in that class with people 2 years younger than me who I barely knew. In all my other classes with the rest of my grade I was talkative and social, just not in that one. From then on I always thought ''Wow what a *****'' whenever I looked at her. I think she thought I was slow because I was a 12th grade taking geometry with the 10th graders haha.
I have barely even remembered that whole ordeal since high school, up until tonight.