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Show 175 Macel was in this class, and she was holding her own. Day after day I was forced to reply "unprepared, " when the teacher called the roll. When I stayed after class for help and he tried to explain without success, he threw up his hands and said I was stupid. "Get Macel to help you. " "I think M. W. (Smith) is right, " said Macel after one session. "You are stupid. " I could see by now that the rules and theorems in use by the present members of the class were based on previous rules and theorems, which in turn were based on previous rules and theorems. I went back to the beginning of the book, did all the problems, learned all the rules and theorems, and gradually I pulled up to my classmates, exceeded most of them. One day we had a test. M. W. divided us into two groups, the odds and evens. That was so an odd couldn't find the answer on the paper of his elbow-mates, two evens. He gave two problems to each and I, being odd, utilized the rest of the time after working my two problems in working out the problems assigned to the evens. That Saturday night there was a dance and M. W. came and danced with me. Once we were on the floor he queried me. "Now, I want to ask you how you did it, " he said. I knew what he was talking about. "I stayed up nights studying. Sometimes all night. " "That doesn't account for it, " he said. He was a returned missionary, and every day he put an inspiring |
