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Monday, April 21, 2008

I never did very well in math - I could never seem to persuade the teacher that I hadn't meant my answers literally. ~Calvin Trillin

Today sucks. It's bad enough that it's a Monday. What makes it worse is that I probably failed my math test, bumping me out of B range after making significant progress in raising my grade. I must be doomed to C-age for math... I can't stand math. Or is it more than just math? It's Miss Fendley, yeah, I blame her. In fact, I was well prepared going into the test (sounds like the all-to-familiar physics exams) due to the homework I've been doing and examples in class. Yet it seems that on every cursed test, Fendley pulls another trick out of her sleeve onto the dastardly white piece of paper that I'm supposed to know answers to. Doesn't work that way. Sorry Fendley, but if you want people to consistently do good on your tests, perhaps you should shake off your mentality and assumption that we know exactly what you're talking about, and actually do what you are mandated to do which is teach. I'm not in the lowest math (which the majority of the school is in, and what a horrible program that is), I'm in 80's. Normally, I should feel pretty good about myself, but today, I feel dumber than a bag of beans (if beans in a bag equates stupidity).

I wrote this poem this morning... rough draft...

Error

I’m the choke you cannot swallow
I’m the moldy marshy-mallow
I’m the rotten in the pear
I’m the split-ends in your hair

I’m the fart that can’t be silenced
I am entropy and violence
I’m the words you can’t replace
I’m the pimples on your face

I’m the poem not complete
I am failure, sound defeat
I’m the sandy-bar and shoal
I’m the piece of gum you stole

I am headache, I am hunger
I am lightning light and thunder
I am fever, I am chilly
You can never, ever kill me

Labels: math, poetry

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