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| 07.28.04 (6:35 am) [edit] |
I'm doing algebra. It's a high school correspondance course. And, it's turning my mind to mush.
Algebra wasn't exactly one of my stronger subjects in school and I was more than happy to forget it's existance once I graduated. Now, years after I had donned that cap and gown, the monster that is algebra is once again knocking at my door.
I opened that door, just a crack. I was remembering how over-reactive teenagers can be. I probably made a much bigger deal of it than it actually was. I thought that it couldn't possibly be all that bad. Perhaps we can even be friends this time around. We just have to understand each other. Imagine my surprise when it reached its gnarled hand through that opening, throwing the door open wide and went straight for my jugular!
I couldn't even scream, and as I thrashed and struggled, I could feel my life ebbing away. It held me up by the throat and brought it's horrible, malice filled eyes toward mine until our faces were almost touching. I could smell the stink of its rotten breath. I saw there, intelligence and triumph.
The only thing that I could think to do, as tiny dots began to dance in front of my vision and my strength seeped from me, was to try to gain a tiny bit of understanding so that I might be able to ultimately tame this unruly beast. So, I kicked it in the junk as hard as I could. Heh, it understood THAT all right.
It dropped me and uttered an enraged howl that pierced my ears. It hastily retreated back into the windy night, the door slamming shut behind it. I curled up in a corner, coughing and sputtering. My throbbing bruises, as well as my ego, caused tears to spring forth as I gasped to regain my breath. So there I sat, sucking my thumb and weeping like a little school girl.
This will not be easy. Next time, it might be wearing a cup.
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posted by: McStinky (reply)
post date: 07.28.04 (9:59 am)
I like algebra, eh?
I can help if you want. we can get together for coffee and math. mmmm coffath. or maffee! or something
posted by: James (reply)
post date: 07.28.04 (5:43 pm)
Yup, you definitely need a tutor....one with a large brain....mmmmm brain.
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