I spent an enormous amount of time last night dreaming about strategies to mentally divide whole numbers and decimals by decimals.
This has absolutely nothing to do with what I am currently teaching my students in math, nor are the strategies I was using any part of a the fifth grade curriculum.
My stupid brain just chose last night to explore the wonders of division.
I also spent a considerable amount of time dreaming about cleaning my desk.
As if my desk would ever not be organized and neat.
You’d think that a novelist – a writer who is paid to create fictional characters, plots, and settings – could find a more entertaining way to spend an evening than mentally dividing 84.7 by 2.35.
It’s actually not that difficult, for the record. Just break everything down into tenths and hundredths, and you can mentally divide almost any number.
But that doesn’t make it an enjoyable way of spending an evening.