Now it's nothing more than a nightmare.
How could you, Mr. Barnoby? How could you give me a math example? You know I don't do math. YOU'RE My math teacher, you know that. You should know where a young person like me Is with math. Yeah I said young person. Instead of Kid, because I DON'T feel like a kid. I'm 13 give me a break. This math thing has kicked me around plenty In The classroom. Now, that I'm an adult or at least I think I am. I might suffer a bit because Of the way I'm choosing to deal With this math monster unlike most people would. I plan on totally avoiding percentages, division, and equations. I can perform division and percents if I wanted to. But I'm choosing not to. So far I've managed to not be mangled by a complex, crucifying, Convoluted, conundrum. A blood sucking equation. I've never been mathematically inclined. But after becoming an adult I discovered that I wasn't the Only victim who saw algebra as FRIGHTENINGLY COMPLEX. THE LAST WORD: A CALCULUS - LIKE MIGRAINE. (x-3y+17) 5r= 15/91xy-p/2r-x
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