Jen's Math
Math quiz, timed terror
What am I? An astronaut?
The moon doesn't care
I have trouble with the maths. It has been this way since I was in kindergarten, when the workbooks filled with pictures of nickels and dimes danced through my dreams and confounded my small and fevered brow. That timed terror thing? That's for realz. I remember my DNA practically unravelling while I had to come up with the right answers under the duress of the bell. Or maybe it was just my teacher barking, "TIME!" That part I don't remember. Don't get me wrong, I never got below a B in school, and I can subtract with out actually having to cross any numbers out, but that's about as much as I can do without being a miserable human being. Nobody ever said misery loves math.
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