Well... ho-hum, bon-hommy, gathering-nuts-in-may! (This is Rachel speaking) This is Two-thousand-and-ten, and all around our circles it is lock-down time! After gallavanting for 6 weeks, having thrilling social obligations and glittering soirees, it is time to go back to everyday-ness. Which ordinarily I don't mind. But you see, I have a mortal foe who waits with open arms for my return. He lurks at every corner. I have many names for him: evil, menance, dastardly, but you all know him better as Algebra. We are thrown together daily during the school-year! Of course it is impossible not to speak to him. Mama would have my head! And I suppose he is for my own good. But his evil eyes wink at me menacingly, though Sarah insists that they are just decimal points. He grins at me from every page, knowing that it pains me to see him. Sarah reasons it away as multiplication signs. I am good friends with English, I would kiss dear old History if I could, I absolutely adore Writing, I find Latin nice to chat with. Then there is Science. He is distantly related to Algebra and when he acts like his cousin, I snub him. But ordinarily Science and I like to speak with each other. But hallelujah (and I am not being flippant, I really mean it) in a few months Algebra and I will be done, I'll dance a jig upon his ugly head, (I really will on top of my math book!) and not speak any longer till I must introduce the Menace to my own children. (Scary thought that. I'd better marry a mathmatician! ;) Yay! Huzzah! Bring out confetti and sparkling cider!
So there you have it. We are starting up school again, I am out to squelch my last few booklets of Algebra, and then revel in the knowledge that I will be onto Consumer's Math, or maybe Geometry. (Which I have been assured I will like better than her cousin: Alebra the Horrid) Sarah is best friends with little Algie. More's the pity. But More power to her. Yuck! But I know the Lord will help me through with the ferlie beast, and it isn't all that hard, only decidedly disagreeable. This inspires me with a battlesong: Ahem-ahem-ahem:
"Algebra ye are a wicked beast,
Upon my sorrows ye sit and feast,
Ye've plagued my heart till my mind is weak,
And I've scarce the strength to write this and speak.
I've been away for a fortnight times three,
Ye're ugly face I again must see.
So I'll summon my courage and tell ye true:
In just a few months ye're fun will be through!"
So there! Take that! Touche! :) Hope I didn't plague your hearts out with my dirge! But now you know what I think of mathmatics and I hope you aren't a best buddy with that most vile, hideous, scary of subjects! -Rachel
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