I spent math class this year hating math, hating life, hating people, hating the kid who sat in front of me (just kidding. I love you), and hating math. I didn't understand any of it. I didn't even really understand recursive equations...

Did I mention that I hated my math teacher? It was a passive hatred. I wanted her dead but didn't want to bother with killing her myself.

The hatred extends into future generations, if you'll notice.

And, okay, I wouldn't mind if I died too. I admit it.

But what we really want is to chunk the FCAT, chunk the SATs, and chunk school.