Growing up, I was what you might call "academically inclined". At the end of the '88-'89 school year, on her report, my Primary 2 teacher had written something like "Good luck in Primary 4" - my parents thought she'd made an error, but she had faith that I would be better challenged by an additional upgrade. I attended a very competitive secondary school and I continued to place in the top 5 of my class most of the time. I was the typical "good" student: I did my homework, studied, and passed the exams. (I wish I had a school photo of me here, but my mom hasn't yet figured out how to transfer files from her camera to computer and she doesn't own a smartphone...yet) But...Maths was never my best subject - I managed to scrape by. It wasn't until secondary school that I realised I had a much easier understanding of math when I had a visual representation - imagine my surprise when I excelled in Geometry and Trigonometry, but ha