I believe/ the joke of math.

Never was good at math.
In this fucked up place.
The people who tried to fail me and others probably forgot to install their little system of evil there and maybe to say a resistance of sort to the place in its other areas could be felt there. The people were regular people. Willing to work. Not a hardly red eyed fuck there.

Maybe it was the nice people there.
The nice teacher
that ever made even staying at this school even worth it.
Something of earth amongst the hell of this place.
The real joke of math is how much I have hated math my entire life but in that first semester it was the godsend in this fucked up place. To even take.