Dear MathA Story by Calypso
I hate math
I can remember when I first met you. At first you were easy and you and I were best friends forever. Sadly as I grew up, so did you. The first time you changed was in seventh grade. All of the sudden you asked for me to solve your problems. Those problems were simple, but once again they become worse.
In eighth grade you made adjustment to your personalty. You were confused and not sure who you are. So instead of actually find this out, you became like the person you secretly admired, English. For years you've wished you could be as cool as him. Maybe that's why you start acting like him by adding letters into your problems.
In ninth grade you just had to dial up the drama. By
this time you were asking me to help you find your ‘x’. Sure at first I went along
with it. At times I did find your ‘x’, and things were fine for the time. By
the 11th grade it became harder to find your ‘x’. I thought I found
her, but you told me it wasn’t her.
But I have to say the straw that broke the camel back was in 12th grade. Because of you I almost didn’t graduate. I guess that you were angry because I could no longer find your ‘x’ or solve your problems. Either way I can’t stand you anymore. This is enough for me.
© 2012 Calypso
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Last Updated on May 23, 2012
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