I'm back in high school with my friend Katie. I couldn't open my locker because the lock had a million numbers to put in and I couldn't remember which way I had to turn it. I was going to be late for class, so I tell Katie to go to class so she at least won't be late.
Twenty minutes later, I get my locker open so I can grab my math book and go to class. I get yelled at for being late and sit down. I've missed a lot of the notes on what we're doing, which is apparently really, insanely complex calculus.
Then we get a quiz/test on the math problems, and I have NO IDEA what to do. The way I want to solve the math problems is way to simple and doesn't actually work. I turn in my paper and get them all wrong because I didn't know how to do anything.
The teacher hands back the quizzes, all graded and we have to fix the ones we got wrong...which is all of them in my case. I try, but have no idea what I'm doing and I can't figure it out. I get frustrated and trow my pencil across the room. I get up and leave class.
I'm outside, by a group of parked golf carts. Someone comes out to try and explain the math to me, but I can't get it. I felt dumb.
The end.
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