keep this between me and you
Dear Math,
I hate absolutely everything about you. Please go die in a fire. Like now.
Because of you, I've gone through more hours of suffering than every other class combined. Because of you, I've questioned my intelligence and found it lacking. Because of you, my parents had to spend about $100 on a calculator. Because of you, someone stole said calculator.
You've given me more nervous breakdowns than anything else, more broken pencils, more discarded pieces of paper. Because of you, I've killed innumerable trees.
And for what? Some kind of higher knowledge? I know math is useful. I know I'm going to need to know it. I know I can use it to make buttloads of money. But I highly doubt I'll have to scale-draw a picture of Calvin from Calvin & Hobbes or absolutely ruin my already destroyed wrists trying to make some kind of tesselation. Sure, I can see where right triangle trig could come in handy. But constructions? Really? Are you serious? Because I'll totally be totting around a damn compass every day of my bloody life. Yes, I can see myself doing that.
Admittedly, you can be fun. Whenever I solve a problem or, well, prove a proof, I can't deny that I feel some sense of pride. But honestly? I get that same rush from doing anything even vaguely challenging. You aren't worth it.
Going to make that fire,
Kim
PS. Hopefully Algebra II is better. Otherwise I'm writing another nasty letter.
I hate absolutely everything about you. Please go die in a fire. Like now.
Because of you, I've gone through more hours of suffering than every other class combined. Because of you, I've questioned my intelligence and found it lacking. Because of you, my parents had to spend about $100 on a calculator. Because of you, someone stole said calculator.
You've given me more nervous breakdowns than anything else, more broken pencils, more discarded pieces of paper. Because of you, I've killed innumerable trees.
And for what? Some kind of higher knowledge? I know math is useful. I know I'm going to need to know it. I know I can use it to make buttloads of money. But I highly doubt I'll have to scale-draw a picture of Calvin from Calvin & Hobbes or absolutely ruin my already destroyed wrists trying to make some kind of tesselation. Sure, I can see where right triangle trig could come in handy. But constructions? Really? Are you serious? Because I'll totally be totting around a damn compass every day of my bloody life. Yes, I can see myself doing that.
Admittedly, you can be fun. Whenever I solve a problem or, well, prove a proof, I can't deny that I feel some sense of pride. But honestly? I get that same rush from doing anything even vaguely challenging. You aren't worth it.
Going to make that fire,
Kim
PS. Hopefully Algebra II is better. Otherwise I'm writing another nasty letter.