I went to school a long time ago. It was before computers, or cell phones, or calculators. Wendell and I actually took out a bank loan to buy his first calculator for college in the 1970’s. It cost $300, and you can buy a similar model for five bucks at WalMart these days. Anyway, I loved two things in school that seemed to have nothing in common: Diagraming sentences and casting out nines.

The sentence thing makes perfect sense. I’ve loved words since the day I first saw Jane run in Mrs. Epperson’s classroom. Diagramming was a pleasant game for me. Ā I was happier when the teacher announced we were going to diagram on a Friday afternoon than I was when she mentioned a field trip or a Valentine’s Day party.

Casting out nines, on the other hand, has nothing to do with words. But I think I understand why I liked it. I hated math, and the feeling was mutual. Whereas words seemed to love me and leap into my soul in all manner of delightful ways, numbers generally scattered and ran down the hall when they saw me coming. Algebra equations left me in actual tears. They were the worst, because they dangled those tantilizing letters as if the formula might actually have something to do with words. But no! In this game, Y is a number. Traitor.

Anyway, Casting Out Nines, finally gave me the power. This is an archaic method of adding a long column of numbers. It was used back in the days when brain power was the only technology available. You just go down the list and add up the 3’s, 4’s, 5’s and so forth in sums of nine. Then you multiply the nines. (and add any leftovers)

I probably made that sound complicated, but it is quite simple. And lovely. It forces numbers (or are they called numerals?) to line up and behave. They are caught!

So, I was thinking today that I loved diagraming and casting out nines because I have an inherent need to bring order to chaos (a godly trait) or an outstanding ability to manage information and make it accessible (good stuff for a writer.) But then I had this horrible thought:

Maybe I loved those things because we got to stand in front of the entire class and write on the chalkboard to do them.

It probably turns out I just like attention. Sheesh.