Why do we go through this?
Why do we take AP classes?
Do we have something to prove?
Something to show….
Staring into the words and lines of the 6,11,13,30 pages of pure gibberish of the madness.
Remembering the equations of velocity= the square root of the derivative of the pool of madness in this given biome.
Remembering the concept of as consumers spend more it increases the fact I will hate economics more and more as this day goes on.
Finding the equilibrium of balancing life we live and the words on paper.
Taking a test hoping that the curve will be reasonable enough for us to pass.
Counting how much we have to get on that final, hoping it will bump our grade up.
On the days of May when we freak out to get that score,