What are you some kind of jerk? When I took my math homework to my Dad I would eventually be hit with this question in his loud angry voice. My father was a chemical engineer. He went to Johns Hopkins, Princeton and MIT. I was kicked out of the local community college. After a long explanation of how you find the answer to a math problem, I knew he was going to ask me what the answer to the problem was. I was wrong 100% of the time. That’s when he would loudly question my intelligence. This was another blow to my already fragile ego.
Fortunately I have gotten through life without ever using a mathematical formula, geometry, or algebra. I have seldom used my brain for anything. I am more like my mother who could not keep a checking account straight. Deep thinking is not my forte.