If I were Superman, math would be my kryptonite.
If I were Dorothy, math would be my Wicked Witch of the West.
If I were Snow White, math would be my juicy red apple.
I really hate math.
My hatred goes way back. I remember being in second grade, sitting in Mr. Spellman’s class, wondering why in the world I should care if Suzy gave two of her five cookies to Sally. What kind of insane seven-year-old gives away her cookies, anyway?
I know math is important. That the rollar coasters I love to ride would fall apart without math. That this computer wouldn’t compute without math. I know.
But I still don’t like it.
That’s all. I know ranting is frowned upon in blogs. But I thought you should know this about me.
Moral of the story: If you give me 5 cookies, you will get none back.