Apparently I could take classes to get me to GCSE.... I humbly told my friend that suggested it I would probably have to go back a bit further than that. Stupid thing is, working behind bars (alcohol, not prison) I could add up rounds of drinks in my head no problem. Put me in a learning environment regarding maths and I'm sweating big time. I feel AWFUL I can't help my boy with his homework. Having said that though, we do sit down and work through it, and I surprised myself t'other day by actually feeling like my 11 year old had TAUGHT me something. Perhaps that's the way... Dana Jean I feel your pain, sincerely.