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Now it's nothing more than a nightmare.

A Math Diplomat Grows Up

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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January 17, 2017 at 12:11 AM
Oh BOY can I relate! Math.... I can: read, write, do poems, but math? NONONO
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