Math. So. Freaking. Much.
I'm actually doing it right now as we speak. Matrices, linear equations, all that chump stuff that they make me do every single week. For no good reason, might I mention. It's stressing me out, especially when I can't figure out what to do. I might have to go back in time, find the guy who invented algebra, and knock him physically and emotionally unconscious. Like really unconscious.
It would be beautiful, believe me. It wouldn't be one of those wimpy punches. This would be full on 160 pounds of pain coming down on some guy from 34 AD. He wouldn't see it coming. All that using his head to carry bricks around is seriously impairing his ability to see.
Math. Keep your kids from it. Teach them something more useful in life, like the forbidden dance, or why we should repeal women's suffrage. Please? Don't make them go through what I've had to. I can guarantee it will be the worst time of their life.
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