I think you do

Math is not my strong subject. In fact I hate numbers all together. I even get nervous when looking at the time. So I was extremely bummed when I found out I had to cover Pre-Algebra.

These kids can smell fear- so it is of utmost importance to continually fake it like I knew what I was doing.

I had almost made it through the day by simply passing out worksheets and sitting at my desk with a stern look on my face when suddenly some brave little high school musical look-a-like stands up and makes her way to my desk.  Showing no fear I firmly hold the answer key in my hand.

She be-bopped her way up and asked me if 5.5 was the answer to problem #10. I glanced down at the KEY and was relieved to see that 5.5 was in fact the correct answer.

“Yes it is,” I said.

“Really? But I don’t know how I got that answer,” she replied.

Oh crap!

Trying not to panic I quickly look at the problem to see if maybe I could wing it, but there was no way. I could spell out my own name with the amount of variables it had in it.

I calmly looked at her and say, “Oh, I think you do. Now go sit down.”

The look on her face was a cross between as if she had just seen God or found out that her cat died.

And that is how you make Math your bitch.