What the frack kind of drugs do you put in these babies? I swear, first of all they jumped into my grocery cart (or trolley as some of you call them). Then, every once in a while, they end up on a paper towel, sitting next to my computer, looking at me with their little sparkles, begging to be put out of their misery. Drugs I tell ya, drugs.
Dear Designers Of Algebra,
What the freakingly frack dudes! I remember many, many moons ago, when dinosaurs walked the earth, ok, HIGH SCHOOL, was the first time I was introduced to Algebra and knew right then and there I had gone to hell. And don't even get me started on story problems. But, ah hum, back to Algebra. Miss L's mother informed me the other day, that she is now learning Algebra, and she is in THE 4TH GRADE. The 4th fracking grade people!!!!! I started to sweat, and shake and crying. I could hear my dad in my head, "math is so easy, just think of it as a game". Yeah, ok, Dad, I'm not really into playing this kind of sick and wrong game. Don't give me the Y's and X's = XYZ. Give me basic freaking math. Do I use Algebra when I go to the grocery store. NO!!! I need 2 cans at 50 cents. That equals one dollar. A game. Not so much. But 4th grade? Whatever happened to just plain ole let the kid be a kid for a while. Hell, by the time she gets to High School, she will be in some high falooting math that she will NEVER IN HER LIFETIME USE.
Hey, look, there are some men here with a really cool looking white jacket for me. They must have been informed that I was going off on the math thing again.
I wonder if they have that same jacket in purple?