Developing Real-World Math Problems: Adding & Subtracting Mixed Numbers

During an interview for a podcast with Curriculum Associates the other day I was asked how I use real world scenarios to enrich math lessons. I had explained to the interviewer that teaching is a second career for me. My experience of entrepreneurship as a residential custom painting contractor helps me introduce loads of business expertise in my math lessons. 

The interviewer was looking to provide practical solutions for teachers to use. I took two seconds to imagine I was sitting in front of my computer (as I am right now;) and tried to remember the steps of making my lessons. 

The first thing I do is find the lesson in the i-Ready toolbox, and look at the “Extend Learning” assignment. I don’t usually use the i-Ready assignment verbatim, just in case the regular education teacher wants to assign it. I use it as a guide for my enrichment lesson. 

i-Ready provides paper lessons that can be assigned virtually or printed out.

For instance, this week my fourth graders were learning about adding and subtracting mixed numbers (Lesson 21). The extended lesson shares a story about a couple of kids filling a fish tank. Some mixed numbers are used, and kids are asked to do calculations that would require them to add and subtract the mixed numbers. 

Here’s a GIF I made showing our classroom 75 gallon fish tank. I made the stand that it is sitting on out of 4 X 4s.

I actually have a 75 gallon fish tank in my classroom, so this story could very well be perfect. However, I just wasn’t feeling the mixed number connection. There is no way that three friends would have three different buckets that all hold different mixed numbers of water with a fraction containing the same denominator. It felt too implausible. 

Regular Ed teachers could still use this paper assignment about students using mixed numbers to fill a fish tank.

I sat at my computer and thought, Where do I encounter mixed numbers? In addition to having run a successful business, I’m also a “Do it yourself-er.” I enjoy building things. Making things with my own hands and tools is satisfying to me. I made the stand that my fish tank sits on. I finished my own basement, complete with bathroom and laundry room. In short, I have come across plenty of mixed numbers! Developing an enrichment math lesson that uses mixed numbers will require me to make the work of adding and subtracting the mixed numbers both doable and easy enough for the fourth graders to understand. That is my challenge.

When I say that I like to use my hands to build things, I don’t mean paper airplanes. Check out this blog about my giant wooden sunken pirate ship classroom decoration.

The morning that I came up with “Fix a Bench” my first thought was to have my students figure out how many boards would fit on a small deck surface. Each board could be a mixed number in width. This would be similar to the fish tank assignment from i-Ready. Kids would just add them up to fill the space.

As I began researching and looking for pictures online to jazz up my presentation, I remembered that lumber is full of mixed numbers. The most common building material, the two by four, is NOT really two inches by four inches. I learned this ages ago when I expected several adjacent two by fours to equal a nice even round number. It was some wacky measurement, and I took a closer look at the dimension of the studs (two by fours) I had purchased. I was incredulous, thinking I’d been ripped off! 

Thinking this might be a fun fact to share with my students, I decided to have them explore having to use various sized pieces of lumber to make something. The fourth graders love mysteries, and I would wait until the very end to explain why two by fours are called that when they actually aren’t those dimensions. 

My lesson was originally “Build a Bench.” When I began planning what my students would actually do, however, I figured out that it would be easier to teach and explain if I had them only choose lumber to place onto an already existing frame of a bench. Thus “Fix a Bench” was born. 

The next part of developing a good real-world lesson is to create a “Sell.” You must come up with a pitch to draw the students in. “Today we’re going to fix a bench” isn’t good enough. Instead, I told my students that “It’s your parents’ anniversary (or birthday for single-parent families), and you want to give them something, but you have no idea  what! They have a special bench that they like to sit on, but the wood is rotting. You get the idea that you will fix this bench for them as a gift. Because you don’t have enough money to buy the wood to do the work, your parents agree to get it for you. Your labor and thoughtfulness is the present. In exchange for your parents footing the bill, you have to tell them exactly how much the lumber will cost.”

This little story makes sense to the students. Even if they don’t have a bench in their backyards or don’t have a backyard at all, they can imagine doing this kind of thing. Also, it gives them some good ideas of how to come up with presents for their parents that won’t cost them anything more than creativity and thoughtfulness. 

“How much does the wood cost?” the students instantly want to know. 

“Before I tell you the costs, I am going to need a helper… This person has to have very good penmanship. I will know that they can write very neatly by how well they listen to the explanation of the project…” I share this with a very stern look in my eye, as I scan the room for anyone not paying close enough attention. Every student straightens their body and widens their eyes. I proceed to share the dimensions of the bench frame.

I got the size of the bench by measuring one of the chairs in my room. The back was approximately 16 inches tall, and the seat was 14 inches deep. Instead of supplying these simple numbers, I turned them into mixed numbers. Sixteen inches turned into 1 ⅓ feet, and 14 inches transformed into 1 ⅙ feet. In order to narrow the focus of calculations, I made the bench exactly eight feet wide. This way, there wouldn’t be any trimming of the ends of the boards. Just choose eight foot long pieces. 

Now, it was time to show the students the materials available to them. I had found a list of lumber online that showed the names of the wood with the actual dimensions next to them. With this image on the screen in front of the class, I showed students how a two by four is actually 1 ½ inches by 3 ½ inches. A two by six, another common board measurement, is really 1 ½ inches by 5 ½ inches. And, a two by eight board is 1 ½” by 7 ¼”! 

The class needed a little guidance to get started with this lesson. I guided them through drawing a diagram of the important parts of their bench. We labeled the back, the seat, “And don’t forget about the single board that goes on top!” I told them. I had them figure out how many inches the mixed numbers would translate to. “Now, we have to fill these spaces (16 and 14 inches, respectively) with lumber,” I told them. “It would be easy if two by fours were actually two inches by four inches, but they aren’t! See if you can figure out how to make sixteen inches of surface using these mixed numbers.” I circled the widths of the “two bys” from the image. I had told them that we would only use those, because they need to be thick enough to hold a human’s weight. 

Using only 3 ½ (the width of a two by four) won’t work for the back of the bench. My students figured out that four of these boards will get you to exactly fourteen inches of wooden surface. That leaves you with a two inch gap, and “We don’t want any spaces. Neither can we saw any boards to resize them. There aren’t any boards that are exactly two inches wide. Can you take away one of the two by fours, and find a different size board that fits nicely?” 

When my students take 3 ½ away from fourteen, they have 10 ½”. “What is the size of the space, now?” I ask this while pointing to a gap that I’ve illustrated on my drawing of the bench we are fixing. They figure out that the empty space is exactly 5 ½ inches wide. “Are there any 5 ½” wide boards that we can purchase?” Yes. The 2 by 6 is that width. 

Are we done? Definitely not! “You were all such hard workers and very good listeners that it is very difficult to decide who could be my writer,” I tell my class of math enrichment fourth graders. 

One of the students actually volunteered another, saying, “Nahum has really good hand-writing. You should have him write on the board.” 

“Are you nominating your friend?” I inquire. He admits it, and several students second the nomination, suggesting that Nahum really does have good handwriting. “Well, okay, then. Come on up here,” I extend the invitation and commend Nahum’s friend for being classy.

As Nahum prepares to write on the board, I open my laptop. I have pricing from a lumber yard ready to go. We now write down the amount of money each board will cost us. I have Nahum give the writing tool to other kids after he writes a couple of prices, so that more students get a chance to write on the board. We only supply the prices of the two-bys, because those are the only ones we are using. 

Students proceed to figure out the cost of 3 two by fours and 1 two by six. When they think that they are done with the project, I point out that we still have to figure out the seat of the bench. They happily begin problem-solving that challenge independently. It took a surprising amount of time for them to figure out that we had already answered the question of what boards could be used. The 4 two by fours that we had added up earlier had totalled exactly fourteen inches, which is the size of the seat! 

When they began adding up four prices of two by fours, I pointed out that we already knew how much three of them cost. “Why not just add the cost of one more to the first number?” I suggest. Grateful for the idea, they do this. 

Preempting the “I’m dones!” that were about to fill the room, I reminded them, “Don’t forget about that top board… The one that goes on the top of the back of the bench.” Happy groans and more pencil scratching ensued. 

Just when my students thought that they were finally done, and Mr. Weimann couldn’t come up with any more surprises, I told them, “It would be very classy if you figured out how much your parents would have to pay in sales tax.” Epic groaning accompanied smiles and students beginning to hunch over their iPads. I told them to use calculators and that our state sales tax was six percent. This was the icing on the cake. 

After a few seconds, I modeled for them, asking Siri, “What is six percent of thirty-eight dollars and fifty-six cents?” When she told me, I wrote it on the board for them. 

Because I had created Google Jamboards with all of the information preloaded on them, I was able to see each individual students’ work. I had waited until Nahum and partners had neatly written the prices into the slide with lumber details before I pushed the Jamboard out in a Google classroom assignment. I had the software “Make a copy for each student.” Students knew that, although they were allowed to work with partners and I helped them solve several parts of the problem on the board, they had to add their own version of the details, showing their work

Before students left my room I explained why two by fours are actually mixed numbers. The lumber is cut at exactly two inches by four inches, but when it dries, it shrinks. Of course the students wanted to know why lumberyards don’t correct for this or call the wood by another name. The young minds cried foul and felt tricked! I told them that it has been this way for a long time, it is easier to say “two by four” than “one and a half by three and a half,” and the price of the wood that you feel like you are being cheated out of goes into having to store it while it dries, before selling it. It isn’t like the mill cuts a two inch by four inch pied of wood for you to bring home, you build with it, and it shrinks on your home. That would be worse. In the same way that creating this lesson required several steps, when one wants to make and use a two by four, you measure the wood, cut the lumber, let it dry, measure it again, and then you can work with it.

Deep Teaching with Story Telling

“All of that, just to teach this little lesson?”

How deep does your teaching go? One way to help students understand a concept and remember the lesson is to share a story. On Thursday I was teaching an idea about fractions that was difficult to grasp. We had been working on understanding this concept all week. I had drawn models on the board and number lines on students’ papers. A few simply were not getting it. I was at a loss. 

The lesson had to do with the fact that whenever the numerator is the same as the denominator, a fraction is equal to one whole. It doesn’t matter if it is 365 over 365 or 5/5, they both equal one whole. How? While I could stop at providing the rule, I like to explain the “why” of math. The following story ensued. 


This is my dad, well past his book-binding days.

When I was in high school, I had the worst job! (This got everyone’s attention.) At least it was my least favorite job. I worked in a factory. What we did was kind of cool. This factory bound books. It was a book bindery. My dad worked there. He was a manager, so he was in charge of a team of people who operated different machines. He got the jobs, planned out how to complete them, gave people orders, made sure things ran smoothly, fixed machines, and was responsible for shipping out completed jobs to happy customers. 

The book bindery had two parts. My dad’s part worked on orders of new books. The other part of the business would repair or re-bind old books. This part would get a shipment of books from university and school libraries in the summer. Workers would use a huge cutting machine to slice the spine of a book away. Then the front and back cover would be removed. A new cover would be made and glued onto the old pages that had been either glued or sometimes sewn together. The new cover would get stamped with the name of the book, author, and publisher. There was a different gigantic machine for each part of this process. This is where I worked for a summer right after graduating from high school. 

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What was so bad about it? Sounds kind of neat, right? There was NO freedom. You had to “clock in” at 8 AM, sharp. It was best to do it a couple of minutes before eight. If you were late, you’d get a “talking to.” A manager would come by and tell you that you had clocked in late too many times. One more and you were gone; You’d be fired. The manager might allow you to explain yourself, but there was no empathy. The clock was unforgiving, and you need to be on time. “Clocking in” meant getting your stiff paper card from a metal sleeve holding many cards, pushing it through a slot on the top of a metal machine displaying the time on the front. You’d push your card down until a cha-gump was heard. At the same time the sound happened, you would feel something grab your card. When you pulled it out, a time would be stamped on it. 

One more thing. It wasn’t a good idea to stamp your card more than a couple of minutes early, unless you had permission. The owners of the bindery did not want to pay anyone more than they had to, and if your card had any extra time on it, they would be responsible to give you money for that time. 

A book with the cover removed, you can see the stitching.

After clocking in, I would get to my workstation to pick up where I left off the day before. I was lucky. Whether it was because my dad worked in the other part of the bindery or I was good at it, I don’t know, but I got to operate “The Blade.” This was the gigantic cutting machine that sliced the spines off of old books. I also used it to trim the edges of pages, so that they were clean and straight for rebinding.

In order to work the machine, you would place the book onto a metal surface and push it against the back wall with the spine facing you. I would adjust the depth of the cut by turning a knob to move the book closer or farther away. When I had it just right, I would press a petal down with my foot. This lowered a metal wall that clamped the book down and held it in place. At this point I could see whether I had lined up the book just right or not. I might need to fine-tune the settings before making my cut. [I had to be careful, because if I cut off too much, the book will not have enough space on the inside of the pages for anyone to read it. If that happened, I’d just wasted an old book. You would get into big trouble if that were to happen. There are no do overs! If you didn’t cut enough off, then you could do it again, but you are wasting valuable time.] With the book held tight by the big clamp, I would push two buttons on either side of the front of the machine with the thumb of each hand, and a giant guillotine of a blade would swoosh down right in front of the clamp, slicing the spine away from the book.

Why the TWO thumb buttons? Let’s say you wanted to push a book against the back with one hand while slicing the binding away. You could accidentally cut every finger off of your hand with one fatal swish of that blade! Forcing you to use both hands at the same time ensures zero accidents. 

Unfortunately, other machines had work-arounds; ways to bypass the safety procedures; and even the cutting machine could be fooled. You could tape a piece of cardboard over one button, tricking the machine into thinking that one of your thumbs was pushing it in. Basically, there were opportunities to become seriously injured on the job. While management might give someone a hard time for doing something dangerous, they would also heap tons of pressure on everyone to achieve inhuman amounts of productivity. You constantly felt like you weren’t getting enough done fast enough. If only there was a way to quicken what you were doing. What if you eliminated one of the timely safety precautions…?

At 10AM a bell would ring, and we could take a fifteen-minute break. The workers would pile into a break room in the middle of the factory where picnic (ironic name) tables were set up. We did this even if it was a gorgeous summer day. It was probably better to NOT know how beautiful it was outside! At the tables we ate snacks, drank coffee, and chatted. There wasn’t any talking on the factory floor; chatting would slow down production, so this was a time for finding out what coworkers had done the night before. We read newspapers to find out what was happening in the world outside of the book bindery. 

10:15AM did not find us exiting the break room. We had better already be out of there and at our stations when the next bell rang. Anyone found lingering would get a talking to

Another bell would ring at noon. [While I was sharing all of this information with my students, I was drawing a timeline of my prison-like day on the dry-erase board.] You would go back to the break room. You better have a packed lunch, because there’s no running to McD’s, even though it was only 2 miles away. I tried it once and the stress of making it back to work on time equaled more indigestion than it was worth!

The factory floor was cement, which caused your feet to hurt. I piled up cardboard boxes to stand on, and I wore sneakers with thick soles, but once your feet hurt, there was no fixing them. Additionally, even though there wasn’t much of a dress code, we did have to wear pants. It was summer time when I worked at the book bindery. Even though the place had air conditioning, the owners were constantly adjusting the temperature to use as little power as possible. It always seemed a little too hot. 

It was difficult to avoid counting the hours between breaks and leading up to quitting time. When would the final bell ring?


Now, we get to the math of the story. I look to my students for an answer. Who can help me get out of here? What time did the final bell ring? I began my eight-hour day at 8AM. One student guessed, “6PM.”

“Was that a guess, or did you work that out?” I query. “Come on. Think. Eight to Noon would be how many hours?”

Another student half-guessed, “5PM.”

“You’re getting closer,” I hint.

You can probably imagine that someone figured out that eight hours would take me from 8AM to 4PM, but we have to account for the half hour of lunch. The owners aren’t going to pay me to eat. That was my time. The 15 minute coffee break in the morning was included in my work day. (Probably, this was meant to fuel productivity with a caffeine jolt, not to mention relieve the tension of not being able to talk all morning.)


Let’s say a guy has a medical condition that requires him to drink some medicine on the hour, every hour. If he takes a drink each hour of an eight-hour work day, his day is split into 8 parts; 8 hours = 8 parts. He doesn’t miss a dose, so he has had 8/8 drinks per day. The 8/8 is one day. 

I didn’t need to stop and take a drink. I only stopped during the allocated break times. With only two breaks, my day was split up into three parts. I work all three parts, so I work three out of my three parts. My 3/3 day is only one day, also. My friend and I both work a full eight-hour day, but mine is simply divided up differently. 

8/8 = 1

3/3 = 1

8/8 = 3/3

I’ve drawn timelines (number lines) on the board. It is easy to see that the same amount of time is broken up differently. 

If my friend keeps his medicinal drink in a 32 ounce water bottle, and his dosage is one ounce per hour, how many days will he be able to use the bottle before he has to refill it? 

How many doses will one day be? With each day broken up into eight equal parts (hours), the denominator will be 8. The total number of ounces (32) will be the numerator. The improper fraction will look like this: 32/8. Is there enough medicine for more than one day? A lot more. How much more?

How many eights go into 32? Or, how many eight-hour days can the 32 ounces be stretched over? You could do repeated subtraction. The water bottle will last four days. 


This Polite Pirate would be celebrating her birthday over the weekend. She got all dressed up on Friday to celebrate. I told her that she looked like a “boss.”

Before leaving this story and transitioning to a different lesson, my students had to know why on earth ANYONE would work at such a horrible place. I told them that there are pros and cons to nearly everything. First of all, this could very well be the only job that some of the workers could get. The book bindery employed many people who did not speak English. Once they were trained on how to operate a machine, they could do their job efficiently, and it didn’t matter that they could not communicate via the same language as the owners. Occupations that require more communicating might require people to know English. 

But, I knew English, so why did I work there? It was a summer job, and although the hourly wage was not very high, it was the only place that offered a full 40-hour work week to a temporary employee. Other businesses weren’t interested in investing training in a worker who would only be there for a few weeks. Also, if I worked over 40 hours, which the boss wasn’t too keen about, I’d get “time and a half.” Ooooh, I feel more math coming on… Groans. 

Many businesses only offer benefits, which include health insurance, to “full-time” employees. This title belongs to people who contract or agree to work a 40-hour week. Sometimes it is worth working a less attractive job, so that you can keep your family safe by having health insurance. This is the American way. 


I’ve told the Polite Pirates (my students) all about running my own painting business before becoming a teacher; There’s lots of math in those conversations! At this point in my explanation I point out that while running your own business means you are the boss, and you have freedom, it is a lot of work! Had the stress of making sure that I had future painting projects to do, because if my work dried up… Then what? There’s no money coming in! So, I had to do a lot of marketing, and that costs money. Then I had the pressure of finishing projects on time. Sometimes I had to work more than 40 hours in a week. Because I set prices with customers before beginning the projects, I didn’t make any extra money if I worked longer hours! And, what if I priced it badly? What if I thought that a job would be lucrative if I charged 300 dollars, only to find out that the product needed to complete the job would cost me $250? Don’t even get me started on spilled paint…! How much of that profit would be left if I had to buy a customer a new carpet? 

Working at a factory is, believe it or not, liberating from the stress of all of that responsibility. You punch in your time clock, put in your hours, punch out, and leave all of the thoughts of work at work. What you didn’t complete will be waiting for you to finish tomorrow. Let the manager stress out about how a job is going to get done. 

Finally, although this all sounds kind of awful, I am glad that I had the experience of working in the book bindery. I learned all about how books are put together, which was interesting. But, more importantly, I got to see first-hand a type of life that I may not have known had I not worked there. 

As I rose from my chair to erase my notes from the board, my students understood that all of that was to teach a simple lesson on fractions. “All of that, just to teach us about whole numbers…?” a few students said in surprise. Yup.