Math
Math is just one of those things that no one likes. Of course there was a time when people did like math.
Those people were wiped out quicker than a Cue-Ball in Jerusalem.
I just don’t understand why I have to know what a parabola is. My Mother once told me algebra was necessary for grocery shopping and everyday function, and while she is right about the addition and subtraction portion of algebra, she is very wrong about the graphing. I can’t remember the last time I was given coordinates to the eggs in aisle seven and had to calculate the slope that would get me to the eggs the fastest from the milk in aisle three. I really just want a math class that will teach me what I need to know for life and my career.
You know what is a bad mix with math? Chinese. It’s kinda like mixing moonshine with warm milk. I don’t understand half the crap involved in math, but when you speak math to me in Chinese, you can see an exponential drop in my understanding. About all I have learned in math this year is:
Me x [math + Chinese - sqr(understanding)] / 9:00pm ^ better things to do = A really really bad time.
This sucks.
But, at least I’ll be able to find the eggs!
