CHAPTER XIX

When I began my second year at the Gilman school, I was full of hope

and determination to succeed. But during the first few weeks I was

confronted with unforeseen difficulties. Mr. Gilman had agreed that that

year I should study mathematics principally. I had physics, algebra,

geometry, astronomy, Greek and Latin. Unfortunately, many of the books

I needed had not been embossed in time for me to begin with the classes,

and I lacked important apparatus for some of my studies. The classes I

was in were very large, and it was impossible for the teachers to give

me special instruction. Miss Sullivan was obliged to read all the books

to me, and interpret for the instructors, and for the first time in

eleven years it seemed as if her dear hand would not be equal to the

task.

It was necessary for me to write algebra and geometry in class and solve

problems in physics, and this I could not do until we bought a braille

writer, by means of which I could put down the steps and processes of my

work. I could not follow with my eyes the geometrical figures drawn on

the blackboard, and my only means of getting a clear idea of them was

to make them on a cushion with straight and curved wires, which had bent

and pointed ends. I had to carry in my mind, as Mr. Keith says in his

report, the lettering of the figures, the hypothesis and conclusion, the

construction and the process of the proof. In a word, every study had

its obstacles. Sometimes I lost all courage and betrayed my feelings in

a way I am ashamed to remember, especially as the signs of my trouble

were afterward used against Miss Sullivan, the only person of all the

kind friends I had there, who could make the crooked straight and the

rough places smooth.

Little by little, however, my difficulties began to disappear. The

embossed books and other apparatus arrived, and I threw myself into the

work with renewed confidence. Algebra and geometry were the only studies

that continued to defy my efforts to comprehend them. As I have said

before, I had no aptitude for mathematics; the different points were

not explained to me as fully as I wished. The geometrical diagrams

were particularly vexing because I could not see the relation of the

different parts to one another, even on the cushion. It was not until

Mr. Keith taught me that I had a clear idea of mathematics.

I was beginning to overcome these difficulties when an event occurred

which changed everything.

Just before the books came, Mr. Gilman had begun to remonstrate with

Miss Sullivan on the ground that I was working too hard, and in spite

of my earnest protestations, he reduced the number of my recitations. At

the beginning we had agreed that I should, if necessary, take five years

to prepare for college, but at the end of the first year the success of

my examinations showed Miss Sullivan, Miss Harbaugh (Mr. Gilman's head

teacher), and one other, that I could without too much effort complete

my preparation in two years more. Mr. Gilman at first agreed to this;

but when my tasks had become somewhat perplexing, he insisted that I was

overworked, and that I should remain at his school three years longer. I

did not like his plan, for I wished to enter college with my class.

On the seventeenth of November I was not very well, and did not go

to school. Although Miss Sullivan knew that my indisposition was not

serious, yet Mr. Gilman, on hearing of it, declared that I was breaking

down and made changes in my studies which would have rendered it

impossible for me to take my final examinations with my class. In the

end the difference of opinion between Mr. Gilman and Miss Sullivan

resulted in my mother's withdrawing my sister Mildred and me from the

Cambridge school.

After some delay it was arranged that I should continue my studies under

a tutor, Mr. Merton S. Keith, of Cambridge. Miss Sullivan and I spent

the rest of the winter with our friends, the Chamberlins in Wrentham,

twenty-five miles from Boston.

From February to July, 1898, Mr. Keith came out to Wrentham twice a

week, and taught me algebra, geometry, Greek and Latin. Miss Sullivan

interpreted his instruction.

In October, 1898, we returned to Boston. For eight months Mr. Keith gave

me lessons five times a week, in periods of about an hour. He explained

each time what I did not understand in the previous lesson, assigned

new work, and took home with him the Greek exercises which I had written

during the week on my typewriter, corrected them fully, and returned

them to me.

In this way my preparation for college went on without interruption.

I found it much easier and pleasanter to be taught by myself than to

receive instruction in class. There was no hurry, no confusion. My tutor

had plenty of time to explain what I did not understand, so I got on

faster and did better work than I ever did in school. I still found more

difficulty in mastering problems in mathematics than I did in any other

of my studies. I wish algebra and geometry had been half as easy as

the languages and literature. But even mathematics Mr. Keith made

interesting; he succeeded in whittling problems small enough to get

through my brain. He kept my mind alert and eager, and trained it to

reason clearly, and to seek conclusions calmly and logically, instead of

jumping wildly into space and arriving nowhere. He was always gentle and

forbearing, no matter how dull I might be, and believe me, my stupidity

would often have exhausted the patience of Job.

On the 29th and 30th of June, 1899, I took my final examinations for

Radcliffe College. The first day I had Elementary Greek and Advanced

Latin, and the second day Geometry, Algebra and Advanced Greek.

The college authorities did not allow Miss Sullivan to read the

examination papers to me; so Mr. Eugene C. Vining, one of the

instructors at the Perkins Institution for the Blind, was employed to

copy the papers for me in American braille. Mr. Vining was a stranger

to me, and could not communicate with me, except by writing braille. The

proctor was also a stranger, and did not attempt to communicate with me

in any way.

The braille worked well enough in the languages, but when it came to

geometry and algebra, difficulties arose. I was sorely perplexed, and

felt discouraged wasting much precious time, especially in algebra. It

is true that I was familiar with all literary braille in common use in

this country--English, American, and New York Point; but the various

signs and symbols in geometry and algebra in the three systems are very

different, and I had used only the English braille in my algebra.

Two days before the examinations, Mr. Vining sent me a braille copy of

one of the old Harvard papers in algebra. To my dismay I found that it

was in the American notation. I sat down immediately and wrote to Mr.

Vining, asking him to explain the signs. I received another paper and a

table of signs by return mail, and I set to work to learn the notation.

But on the night before the algebra examination, while I was struggling

over some very complicated examples, I could not tell the combinations

of bracket, brace and radical. Both Mr. Keith and I were distressed and

full of forebodings for the morrow; but we went over to the college a

little before the examination began, and had Mr. Vining explain more

fully the American symbols.

In geometry my chief difficulty was that I had always been accustomed

to read the propositions in line print, or to have them spelled into

my hand; and somehow, although the propositions were right before me, I

found the braille confusing, and could not fix clearly in my mind what

I was reading. But when I took up algebra I had a harder time still.

The signs, which I had so lately learned, and which I thought I knew,

perplexed me. Besides, I could not see what I wrote on my typewriter. I

had always done my work in braille or in my head. Mr. Keith had relied

too much on my ability to solve problems mentally, and had not trained

me to write examination papers. Consequently my work was painfully slow,

and I had to read the examples over and over before I could form any

idea of what I was required to do. Indeed, I am not sure now that I read

all the signs correctly. I found it very hard to keep my wits about me.

But I do not blame any one. The administrative board of Radcliffe did

not realize how difficult they were making my examinations, nor did

they understand the peculiar difficulties I had to surmount. But if they

unintentionally placed obstacles in my way, I have the consolation of

knowing that I overcame them all.

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