I am, for the first time in my life, rooting for Math to win. Well. I'm wanting me to win, really, but through a strange turn of events I find myself on the same side of a challenge as Math.
In my mind, Math is actually Gus, a large balding man with a dirty wifebeater and an armchair. He's surrounded by empty chip bags, beer cans, and starving cats. His favorite channel is X: aka Misery. Gus and I have a long history of angst. I am one of those starving cats, and this is my humble quest to claw my way up his unbathed arms and sit on his head.
A few basics: The math courses are Algebra 1 and Algebra 2. I am leaving out my grade, as it's mortifying.
There are, actually, 60 lessons to complete between now and September first. Each lesson is designed to take a week. In short, I am doomed and Noah is in for a LOT more song writing than he realized.
Cheerio!
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