Room 222 is the room in which I have pre-calculus this year. Now, there are several things wrong with this. Not only was pre-calculus created to drive hardended criminals to insanity while living in a desolate prison cell, but my teacher has the personality of oh, let's say a rubber band. He's horrible. He's the kind of math teacher they always show on TV with kids sleeping in his class and then other kids throwing dead bugs in the kid's mouths who are sleeping. The kind of teacher that grew up when calculators were as big as cars so he believes there's nothing wrong with memorizing a couple thousand formulas per night. The kind whose wife is chairman of the knitting committee and every weekend they go play golf and enjoy iced tea while talking about their mutual funds and they come home and watch Jeopardy and stay up until 9 PM and have good wholesome Christian talks while eating low carb graham crackers with milk.

It's only the first week of school and I have no idea what the hell is going on. Usually the first couple weeks of math seems somewhat familiar. No. Not at all. We're learning about circles and pi and where forms of pi fall on the cirlce or something, you know what, I don't even know WHAT we're learning, and maybe that's why I am having so much trouble because I come in there and sit down and wonder what the fuck it is I am actually staring at for 40 minutes. He's seriously the worst teacher. He stands there at the overhead projecter with his economic dry erase marker writing all this shit on the transparency which seems likes Japanese to me not only because I have no idea what's going on but the symbol for pi looks like Japanese writing so that only complicates things even more. After each new horribly confusing thought he stumblesa through he pauses to ask, "Now this is pretty easy stuff. Does everyone understand?" NO. I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND. So today I raised my hand to say that I didn't get it, and of course he goes about explaining it in the same exact way as before which conviently was the way I didn't understand the first time SO WHY THE HELL WOULD I GET IT THE SECOND TIME. Jesus. The way he explains things is kind of like a vessel popping in someone's brain. I don't know why, it just seems like that. He's so mechanical. And then he tries to crack jokes and his old withered face contorts into a smile and the flourescent light shines on his bald head freckled with age spots and I think he has a dent in his head, and I just wonder why am I here. He'll explain things in the following fashion. "Ok, boys and girls. Here we have a circle. Can anyone tell me what coordinate 2 pi falls at? Anyone? This is elementary, boys and girls! All you have to do is think about the 64 pages of notes I gave you the other day and remember 37 kinds of right triangles and then visualize wrapping pi around a cirlce two thirds of the way and then writing the fraction out and dividing and converting to an improper fraction and there ya go, easy as Metamucil!" WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, OLD MAN! WHAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

Sorry. I hate that class. I HATE THAT FUCKING CLASS. I can't even do my homework because I don't get it, and I even tried asking questions in class and it made no sense at all. I hate that class.