Math is great and all, but no Math is REEAAALLY great

As you might have guessed by now, I am what many consider to be a child prodigy.  No, I can’t play an instrument or decipher Homer in archaic Greek.  However, I can read a book in a matter of hours, I can smart-ass your socks off, and do MATH.  Yes, you heard me correctly.  The dreaded, hated, necessary class for graduation of middle and high school.  I’m 2 years ahead of all but 5 of my mathlete colleagues.  One of which is a year ahead of me, even.  Hm.  He might eventually have to disappear…

Anyways.  Last year, when I was a seventh grader, I was in the single algebra class in my school.  I had a tough time, what with all of the quadratics, exponents, binomials and reverse calculations and such.  I had to make a point of studying with Maddy, or we both likely would begin to fail.  However much opposition we received from our math text, Maddy and I passed with straight A’s.  We moved on to dum dum duuuum…. GEOMETRY.  AT THE HIGH SCHOOL.  WITH ACTUAL SOPHMORES AND SOME JUNIORS.  Needless to say, for the first week or so I was pretty sure I was going to be killed by some overly aggressive senior.  Regardless of what I thought, Maddy and I survived our first trimester at the high school.  Our new math class was tough.  For one, we were going by sophmore work standards.  For another, the class was a whole 70 minutes long, as opposed to 45.  Math was tough.

However, I enjoyed myself in math.  After the first week of abject terror, of course.  Math is what I excel at.  Plus, I love shapes.  Geometry and shapes go hand in hand.  The formulas I could memorize and learn to apply.  By the end of the trimester I had a very solid A.  Now, we had the option of going straight back to math with no break for second trimester (Geometry is a now a 2 trimester class, you see)  or we could take a break for a trimester and go back 3rd trimester.  I wanted to go back 2nd and eventually converted Maddy to my mindset.  I had a variety of good reasons for my decision.  One, we wouldn’t forget anything.  Two, we wouldn’t have math for 10 or 11 weeks at the end of the middle school year.  Three, we wouldn’t have to keep our big dumpy math textbooks in our locker for the end of the year.  However, most importantly, was reason 2.  No.  Math. At first, the end of 2nd trimester seemed like an impossibly distant dream that would kill us in the attempt to reach it.  But Maddy and I made it!  Finals came and passed, with us A-(ing? cing?) them and then, it was done.  In the void math had filled, Maddy and I got a third survey class!  Wood shop, in fact.

Shop is eeeeeaaaassssssyyy.  So easy, I don’t know why I even come to school before lunch.  My schedule is now the following:  first period is got book; second period is shop; third period is Physical Education (P.E.); fourth period I’m a teacher assistant for P.E.  Can you believe it?  I can’t.  It almost seems unfair that my mornings are so facile.  The shop teacher plays no attention to the classroom behavior.  I’ve had breakfast 2 or 3 times already in the 3 weeks I’ve had the class.  The rest of my year is just going to glide on by.  WEELP, gotta go do the homework I DON’T have now!  *laughs manically* Bye!