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I have been studying math for about four hours straight.

This is fucked.

Fucking math.

I had math with this kid Gordon from 7th grade to 10th grade. Each year, he would inevitably get frustrated at something, and ask the teacher when he would ever use this crap.

...None of the teachers could provide a real answer.

I'm just saying.

I am never ever going to use this stuff. Ever. Infinity. The only way I could ever see me using this stuff is if a Child entered my life, which, at this point in my life, I REALLY don't want, and if he or she needed help with homework. And here's what would happen if that ever happened.

-I would direct him or her to Dad

-If Dad is not around or, in typical bastard male fashion, has left me with the kid, I would direct him or her to Grandma.

-If Grandma and I are not on speaking terms because I never got my degree because I couldn't pass "Counting to the Number Two", I will yet at Child. "Look Max if you are a boy or Sydney if you are a girl, you need to learn how to do this on your own. Because I am not going to be here forever for you to run to. One day, I'm going to die. What are you going to do then, huh? Mommy can't help with you math from Hell. Because that's where I'll be-Hell. Why? Jesus only likes people that understand math. So you better understand this if you want to see Jesus. Hey, STOP CRYING! I'm raising you to go into the military, since that's the only job you'll be able to get without understanding math, and the military does NOT appreciate sissy cryers! ...Is Mommy gonna have to choke a bitch?"

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