What It Feels Like to Be Bad at Math

4 - Pulling out hairAs a math teacher, it’s easy to get frustrated with struggling students. They miss class. They procrastinate. When you take away their calculators, they moan like children who’ve lost their teddy bears. (Admittedly, a trauma.)

Even worse is what they don’t do. Ask questions. Take notes. Correct failing quizzes, even when promised that corrections will raise their scores. Don’t they care that they’re failing? Are they trying not to pass?

There are plenty of ways to diagnose such behavior. Chalk it up to sloth, disinterest, out-of-school distractions – surely those all play a role. But if you ask me, there’s a more powerful and underlying cause.

Math makes people feel stupid. It hurts to feel stupid.

It’s hard to realize this unless you’ve experienced it firsthand. Luckily, I have (although it didn’t feel so lucky at the time). So here is my tale of mathematical failure. See if it sounds familiar.


Thanks to a childhood of absurd privilege, I entered college well-prepared. As a sophomore in the weed-out class for Yale math majors, I earned the high score on the final exam. After that, it seemed plausible to me that I’d never fail at anything mathematical.

But senior spring, I ran into Topology. A little like a bicycle running into a tree.

3 - Mobius strip (2 panels, small)

Topology had a seminar format, which meant that the students taught the class to each other. Twice during the semester, each of us would prepare a lecture, then assign and grade a homework assignment. By reputation, a pretty easy gig.

My failure began as most do: gradually, quietly. I took dutiful notes from my classmates’ lectures, but felt only a hazy half-comprehension. While I could parrot back key phrases, I felt a sense of vagueness, a slight disconnect – I knew I was missing things, but didn’t know quite what, and I clung to the idle hope that one good jolt might shake all the pieces into place.

But I didn’t seek out that jolt. In fact, I never asked for help. (Too scared of looking stupid.) Instead, I just let it all slide by, watching without grasping, feeling those flickers of understanding begin to ebb, until I no longer wondered whether I was lost. Now I knew I was lost.

So I did what most students do. I leaned on a friend who understood things better than I did. I bullied my poor girlfriend (also in the class) into explaining the homework problems to me. I never replicated her work outright, but I didn’t really learn it myself, either. I merely absorbed her explanations enough to write them up in my own words, a misty sort of comprehension that soon evaporated in the sun. (It was the Yale equivalent of my high school students’ worst vice, copying homework. If you’re reading this, guys: Don’t do it!)

I blamed others for my ordeal. Why had my girlfriend tricked me into taking this nightmare class? (She hadn’t.) Why did the professor just lurk in the back of the classroom, cackling at our incompetence, instead of teaching us? (He wasn’t cackling. Lurking, maybe, but not cackling.) Why did it need to be stupid topology, instead of something fun? (Topology is beautiful, the mathematics of lava lamps and pottery wheels.) And, when other excuses failed, that final line of defense: I hate this class! I hate topology!

Sing it with me: “I hate math!”

My first turn as lecturer went fine, even though my understanding was paper-thin. But as we delved deeper into the material, I could see my second lecture approaching like a distant freight train. I felt like I was tied to the tracks. (Exactly how Algebra 1 students feel when asked to answer those word problems about trains.)

5 - ProcrastinatingAs I procrastinated, spending more time at dinner complaining about topology than in the library doing topology, I realized that procrastination isn’t just about laziness. It’s about anxiety. To work on something you don’t understand means facing your doubts and confusions head-on. Procrastination pushes back that painful confrontation.

As the day approached, I began to panic. I called my dad, a warm and gentle soul. It didn’t help. I called my sister, a math educator who always lifts my spirits. It didn’t help. Backed into a corner, I scheduled a meeting with the professor to throw myself at his mercy.

I was sweating in the elevator up to his office. The worst thing was that I admired him. Most world-class mathematicians view teaching undergraduates as a burdensome act of charity, like ladling soup for unbathed children. He was different: perceptive, hardworking, sincere. And here I was, knocking on his office door, striding in to tell him that I had come up short. An unbathed child asking for soup.

6 - ConfessionalTeachers have such power. He could have crushed me if he wanted.

He didn’t, of course. Once he recognized my infantile state, he spoon-fed me just enough ideas so that I could survive the lecture. I begged him not to ask me any tough questions during the presentation – in effect, asking him not to do his job – and with a sigh he agreed.

I made it through the lecture, graduated the next month, and buried the memory as quickly as I could.


Looking back, it’s amazing what a perfect specimen I was. I manifested every symptom that I now see in my own students:

  • Muddled half-comprehension.
  • Fear of asking questions.
  • Shyness about getting the teacher’s help.
  • Badgering a friend instead.
  • Copying homework.
  • Excuses; blaming others.
  • Procrastination.
  • Anxiety about public failure.
  • Terror of the teacher’s judgment.
  • Feeling incurably stupid.
  • Not wanting to admit any of it.

It’s surprisingly hard to write about this, even now. Mathematical failure – much like romantic failure – leaves us raw and vulnerable. It demands excuses.

I tell my story to illustrate that failure isn’t about a lack of “natural intelligence,” whatever that is. Instead, failure is born from a messy combination of bad circumstances: high anxiety, low motivation, gaps in background knowledge. Most of all, we fail because, when the moment comes to confront our shortcomings and open ourselves up to teachers and peers, we panic and deploy our defenses instead. For the same reason that I pushed away Topology, struggling students push me away now.

Not understanding Topology doesn’t make me stupid. It makes me bad at Topology. That’s a difference worth remembering, whether you’re a math prodigy, a struggling student, or a teacher holding your students’ sense of self-worth in the palm of your hand. Failing at math ought to be like any failure, frustrating but ultimately instructive. In the end, I’m grateful for the experience. Just as therapists must undergo therapy as part of their training, no math teacher ought to set foot near human students until they’ve felt the sting of mathematical failure.

303 thoughts on “What It Feels Like to Be Bad at Math

  1. In high school, I failed geometry once and trigonometry twice. I currently teach law, so that tells you how far math got me in life.

  2. im currently doing really bad at maths,i dont understand why its frustrating because i am one of my school’s brightest students i’ve gotten soo many teachers,invested hours in extra classes but i still come up short.It does seem wierd,that i cant grasp the material.I’m scared,as i read article i saw my own story,i think i’m scared of maths.I have one more chance to redeem myself.

    1. I’m in the same position. I’m still in high school and I’m in the top 1% of my class. I’ve always been in the advanced math classes and have never truly been lost, although it never came as naturally to me as language arts. This year, though, I’m in a college Calculus class, and it’s killing me. I feel constantly confused and every assignment takes me a full day of nonstop struggling to finally complete. It’s an online class, too, so I feel isolated and disconnected. You posted this comment a year ago, though, so I hope you got through it all right!

      1. Ask any mathematics professor about how his research is going and, if she/he is honest, the answer will be “I am struggling”. – My point being: math IS struggling. At any level. It is like climbing a steep mountain. Climbing is just hard. And as long as you are climbing / struggling you are making progress.

        1. I’m so glad I read that! I’d always been at the top in every grade and in every subject, and people thought I was “naturally” very smart. Math and science came effortlessly to me. I had struggled too of course but I’d never gotten bad grades or felt hopeless. I was really hard working when the circumstances needed it, ie before exams because I was a perfectionist and wouldn’t sleep until I was sure there can be nothing in the paper that I hadn’t heard of. Last year was terrible though, and this year is continuing to be like that. I procrastinate because I feel like a lost cause and I don’t know how or where to start, I don’t even have a clear idea of where I’m lacking I can only think “everywhere” when I ask myself that. And I don’t know how to approach anyone I’m really insecure and ashamed of it, I don’t want to even after reading this article, I’m only going to try to stop procrastinating and work hard so that I feel less ashamed, then I’ll ask my teacher (who’s seriously the best teacher I’ve ever had and keeps telling me that I have huge potential) for help. Till then, struggle as you said, with confidence! It’s a good thing, it’s not a thing to be ashamed of. And it needs no “natural intelligence” so there’s nothing stopping me from doing that.

  3. Thanks for the honest, personal article. Some of my struggling students responded in ways that are not on your list:
    – falling asleep
    – not showing up
    As for me: After doing well in high school, in my first year of college, I felt overwhelmed by all my courses. I would sit down to do homework and feel overpowered by sleep. I couldn’t get started writing a paper. “Terror of the teacher’s judgment” fit me, even toward lecturers who didn’t know my name. Strangely, I had plenty of energy to help dorm neighbors with their math homework. I had to take a year off doing menial work before I returned and eventually graduated.

    I never forgot that time, but I didn’t really connected it to my students’ struggles until I read your article and the many, heart-wrenching replies.

  4. I feel the exact same thing right now, except for both math and science. I’ve always been in the top but this year I’ve steadily gotten worse, I don’t have the conceptual understanding, I don’t remember the formulae, and I haven’t practiced. I gave 3 tests yesterday and today, and each one sucked. The worst part is that it’s only getting worse for me while everyone else is improving. What do I do?

    1. I’m sorry you’re going through this! It’s an awful experience to be sure. But it passes. Don’t let the frustration of it scare you away from doing the things you need to do: be patient with yourself, seek out tutoring centers or office hours, ask lots of questions, and don’t be afraid to feel silly when it takes a while. Really doesn’t matter how long it takes you to understand something; all that matters is that you grasp it in the end. Wishing you the best – please know that you’re not alone!

    2. I also feel the exact some way as you, especially after remote learning I felt as if my brain was on pause for the whole school year. Now going back in-school and still moving forward to the higher level classes, I felt that I had no foundation to step upon when I was stuck especially in pre-clac. I had either forgotten or never learned a strategy that can be utilized in the class.

    3. I’ve always felt the same about mathematics specifically. Everything else is fine, unless math is involved

  5. Thanks for writing this. I discovered it while reading Math with Bad Drawings. I didn’t quite believe that the same person who authored the book could have also written this blog post from a first person perspective. It doesn’t exactly equate to a misery loves company kind of feeling, but more of a just keep swimming one. Learning that someone with your obvious grasp of a wide range of mathematical concepts once struggled to the point of self-percieved failure, makes my own humble struggle with the subject less terrifying.

    1. Thanks for reading, Lynne. I’m so glad it resonated with you! And believe me, there are many, many mathematicians far more accomplished than I am who have been through all the same symptoms. “Just keep swimming” is the right takeaway.

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  7. I feel really horrible right now. Last year I have dropped precal and applied math to take essentials because I was so scared of failing math. This year I overcame my fear and I’m currently taking the course I dropped last year (Grade 10 Precal/applied) but its really hard. At this very moment I am failing the class by 2% I’ve been avoiding a huge test about the whole unit and I’m struggling to get by. I’m currently in grade 11 and doing a Grade 10 math course! it’s very embarassing but at the end of the day I know I have to take it now sooner than later.

    1. I’m sorry you’re feeling so stressed!

      One thing I can say: one year difference feels like a lot at your age (grade 10 vs. grade 11), but by the time you’re an adult, a single year means virtually nothing. There are teachers I admire who are 5-10 years younger than me, and I have former students who now know way more about math than I do!

      Put another way: there’s no good reason that being born in 2005 vs. 2006 should determine what math someone is learning!

      Learning comes at its own pace, and it comes when we’re ready to face the challenge.

      It sounds like you’ve been working hard to face the challenge. Keep at it and trust in your efforts. Most of all, find someone who will answer your questions, and help you figure out the right questions to ask, and in general give you the patience you need!

  8. Oh boy, do I remember this! I started college and finished my math major by the end of my sophomore year. It came pretty easy given the prep at my Catholic HS. When I didn’t get into medical school I started a masters degree program in Math at MSU and still was very lazy but did well. That is…until I hit ALGOL and PASCAL. I knew FORTRAN II and IV but couldn’t get my head around PASCAL and the like sinking lower and lower until I had to drop the class. Because I never asked for help. Then, magically, I was accepted to medical school and it all became moot. But do I remember that feeling.

    Thank you for writing this post. It adds greatly to the conversation about learning.

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