Probably the most hated and the most loved, the solver and the troublemaker, the YES and NO: Math.
Usually, the teacher is an old, grumpy man who alters at the first sight of a bad formulated Cosine theorem and who ignores a simple mistake of 2+3=6.
Not my case.
Though I demonstrate a huge interest in class and my Cosine theorems are perfect, Mr. Algebra always tries to identify the less significant error to make me rip my exams.
[Tragic & horrorific background music]
Thank goodness he has still a little mercy on me, so I don’t fail and thus I don’t go on Saturdays to try to recover a useless matter for the entire of my life. [Hallelujah Chorus]
At least is not like in the good ol’days, when students were butt-kicked by angry teachers. Now we have muchhhh more respectful, honest, good-minded proffessors:
Poor 14-year-olds. They had to suffer at the sight not only of a male educator, but also at a fat one.
Anyway, keep account. Be ready and prepared, for the evil, nonsense monster of CALCULUS will be looking for YOU.