I officially hate school. Scratch that–I hate problem 73 in Chapter 6.1 of my maths textbook. It haunts me, it mocks me, it causes my eyes to twitch and my brow to furrow!
I’ve been trying to find the answer to the problem for thirty minutes, if not more. All other maths problems bow down before my mad algebraic skills, but not 73. 73 stands alone among the many. It is the thorn in my side, the spot on my best vestment! Out, damned spot! out, I say!