When Math textbooks attack indeed.
“Fight me if you dare Geometry. I’ll eat your pi!”
–Qawi A.
After 8 long hours of Math revision on my bed, with a lot of TV and MSN breaks in between, I have finally put my pens and graph paper riddled with careless doodles of tornadoes and cumulonimbus stormclouds down. I am ready.
Even after everyone, especially myself, living in denial about the exams not coming anytime sooner for the past couple of months, it’s right here, just a good nine hours away. Indeed, I am still caught up in a holiday lag from last year. Oh for the love of sexgods, when will my brain kick into overdrive?! It’s still up there, hibernating an endless winter away inside the hollow my skull. Hello, brain, haven’t you got any priorities at all?!
Henceforth, I dedicate this entry to my fellow Year 10 chums, those who are about to wake up tomorrow morning only to find that they have no less than 18 papers to sit for with no memory of having got there. Goodluck you guys, try not to screw up.
Since our first exam tomorrow’s good ol’ Math, here’s a little bit of trivia for ye:
Q: Shirley is vacant for 24 hours this Saturday, Monday and Thursday and vacant 14 for hours this Sunday. What is the total time of her vacancy if she was shot 4 hours before next Monday?
A: Your mom.
As a wise friend once said, “Your momma jokes neva’ get old.” Amen. Goodnight folks, hello Math exam rearing its ugly head, holding its integers akimbo.
Drawing courtesy of Qawi A. Hand off, it's copyrighted!