The 1+1 Dilemma

On the morning of one day in summer when I was hanging out with other children in my village, my father told me that it was time for me to start school, although the elementary school in my village had started a new semester a few weeks earlier. At that moment, I was wearing shorts and a Breton shirt.

On the afternoon of that day, I went to school with a few other older children in my village. The elementary school was right behind my village and was only separated by a small moat. That was how I started my school life.

Since I didn't start school at the beginning of that semester, I had no idea what to do when doing my seatwork. I remember one piece of seatwork was a math problem, 1 + 1 = . I didn't know how to do it, so I had to see how my deskmates did theirs. The deskmate on my left wrote 1. Then I wrote 1 on my exercise book. But when I saw what my deskmate on the right wrote, it was 0. I had to erase the answer I just wrote down and write 0 instead.

I remember I changed the answer between 1 and 0 several times so that the paper in the answer area even wore out. However, I can't remember what the exact answer was when I finally handed my seatwork in.

That is a very interesting memory that happened in my elementary school, and I can't forget it even now.