So my friends left. They moved to farthest reaches of the world. I'm devastated.
There's a knife in my heart and it's twisting and twisting and twisting, and so guess what else?
My teacher decides we need to learn multiplication.
Oh. My. God.
It's torture. It's mind-numbing. And everyone gets it but me.
I have to memorize numbers. Numbers.
What is the point? Why must she make us go through this agony of patterns that hold no meaning?
I sit at my desk, staring daggers at a succession of multiplication problems, while everyone's pencils are scraping busily on their papers.
Well, I choose not to do them, and instead I pretend to work and draw pictures along the side. Mrs. Marshall stands at the board, writing out the plans for the next subject, and she never notices. She trusts we're all obediently multiplying.
See how sneaky I am? See how smart? I managed to avoid Math. I think I'll try it again tomorrow!
There's a knife in my heart and it's twisting and twisting and twisting, and so guess what else?
My teacher decides we need to learn multiplication.
Oh. My. God.
It's torture. It's mind-numbing. And everyone gets it but me.
I have to memorize numbers. Numbers.
What is the point? Why must she make us go through this agony of patterns that hold no meaning?
I sit at my desk, staring daggers at a succession of multiplication problems, while everyone's pencils are scraping busily on their papers.
Well, I choose not to do them, and instead I pretend to work and draw pictures along the side. Mrs. Marshall stands at the board, writing out the plans for the next subject, and she never notices. She trusts we're all obediently multiplying.
See how sneaky I am? See how smart? I managed to avoid Math. I think I'll try it again tomorrow!
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