I shadowed my nephew Tommy at his school today. Tommy is in 6th grade and attends a Junior High School. Things are different from when I went to school. For one thing I don't remember P.E. having a prison yard vibe.
The one thing that has not changed is math. Math is still from the devil. Tommy got his test back with one question wrong. I thought 18 years (I think that equation is wrong as well) would have prepared me to all of a sudden do math. I was wrong. I looked at the test and only saw some sort of Russian and squiggly lines on the paper. I got the sweats, became dizzy and heard a slight whimpering which turned out to be me crying for my mom.
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