Matilda by Roald Dahl

Matilda är en väldigt smart liten flicka som lär sig själv att läsa och räkna innan hon ens hunnit börja småskolan. Hennes mamma och pappa tycker mest att hon är en böld på familjekroppen och skyr henne som pesten. De behandlar henne illa och kallar henne för elakheter, som tur är vet Matilda hur man ger igen utan att åka dit för det :) När hon börjar småskolan möter hon sin lärare Miss Honey, som hennes namn antyder så är hon mjuk och len som honung, den nästan enda vuxna människa som behandlar Matilda så som ett barn borde bli behandlat. Men såklart räcker det ju inte med att skolan fungerar bra och att lärare (och kompisarna) är snälla. Rektorn på skolan är i hemskaste laget. Tjurskallig, stor och våldsbenägen som hon är håller hon skolans lärare och elever i skräck, tills en dag...

Utdrag ur Matilda, när rektorn Miss Trunchbull hälsar på och testar klassens matematikkunskaper:

'Very well,' boomed the Trunchbull. 'Let us see how well you know your three-times table. Or put it another way, let us see how badly Miss Honey has taught you the three-times table.' The Trunchbull was standing in front of the class, legs apart, hands on hips, scowling at Miss Honey, who stood silent to one side.
Matilda, sitting motionless at her desk in the second row, was watching things very closely.
'You!' the Trunchbull shouted, pointing a finger the size of a rolling-pin at a boy called Wilfred. Wilfred was on the extreme right of the front row. 'Stand up, you!' she shouted at him.
Wilfred stood up.
'Recite the three-times table backwards!' the Trunchbull barked.
'Backwards?' stammered Wilfred. 'But I haven't learnt it backwards'.
'There you are!' cried the Trunchbull, triumphant. 'She's taught you nothing! Miss Honey, why have you taught them absolutely nothing at all in the last week?'
'That is not true, Headmistress,' Miss Honey said. 'They have all learnt their three-times table. But I see no point in teaching it to them backwards. There is no point in teaching anything backwards. The whole object of life, Headmistress, is to go forwards. I venture to ask whether even you, for example, can spell a simple word like wrong backwards straight away. I very much doubt it'.
'Don't you get impertinent with me, Miss Honey!' the Trunchbull snapped, then she turned back to the unfortunate Wilfred. 'Very well, boy,' she said. 'Answer me this. I have seven apples, seven oranges and seven bananas. How many pieces of fruit do I have altogether? Hurry up! Get on with it! Give me the answer!'
'That's adding up!' Wilfred cried. 'That isn't the three-times table!'
'You blithering idiot!' shouted the Trunchbull. 'You festering gumboil! You fleabitten fungus! That is the three-times table! You have three separate lots of fruit and each lot has seven pieces. Three sevens are twenty-one. Can't you see that, you stagnant cesspool! I'll give you one more chance. I have eight coconuts, eight monkey-nuts and eight nutty little idiots like you. How many nuts do I have altogether? Answer me quickly.'
Poor Wilfred was properly flustered. 'Wait!' he cried. 'Please wait! I've got to add up eight coconuts and eight monkey-nuts. . .' he started counting on his fingers.
'You bursting blister! yelled the Trunchbull. 'You moth-eaten maggot! This is not adding up! This is multiplication! The answer is three eights! Or is it eight threes? What is the difference between three eights and eight threes? Tell me that, you mangled little wurzel, and look sharp about it!'
By now Wilfred was far too frightened and bewildered even to speak.
In two strides the Trunchbull was beside him, and by some amazing gymnastic trick, it may have been judo or karate, she flipped the back of Wilfred's legs with one of her feet so that the boy shot up off the ground and turned a somersault in the air. But halfway through the somersault she caught him by an ankle and held him dangling upside-down like a plucked chicken in a shop-window.
'Eight threes,' the Trunchbull shouted, swinging Wilfred from side to side by his ankle, 'eight threes is the same as three eights and three eights are twenty-four! Repeat that!

Nu är det ju så att hur effektiv the Trunchbull än må vara med att mata in sin information i huvudet på stackarns Wilfred så har jag lärt mig ett och annat av vår magnifika matematiklärare på skolan. Hon menar att visst kan det låta som att tre gånger åtta är lika som åtta gånger tre. MEN, tänk dig att du ska spela en fotbollsmatch. Då är det inte alls samma sak att spela 2 gånger 45 minuter som att spela 45 gånger 2 minuter! Betänk detta faktum ;)