X was lost among friends. Feeling alienated he tried looking for answers. He didn’t know where to go, he was different you know. So he ran away to a far off town where things were different too. Strolling through brackets, he stole a glimpse at the radicals. Heroes some villains others but the balance was incredible. As odd as it seemed, X fit right in. Turns out they were looking for someone exactly like X. Someone who was lost and unusual and in search of an identity. X was over the moon as he slid from one form to another just like a skin changer. He could have multiple characters and yet feel accepted. This is where he belonged. That night they threw a π party in his honour. X had found himself among strangers.
This was my solution to: ‘The quotient on dividing the polynomial by is ____?’ Math always had a way of letting my creative Niagara falls flowing. It also made me realize why they want us to figure out what the value of ‘x’ is all the time. They are trying to draw parallels between ‘x’ and teenage students. ‘X’ doesn’t know its value and hence keeps trying on a variety of values just like a teenager deciding which shirt to wear after coming to the conclusion that ‘I have nothing to wear’ EVERYDAY. X wants to belong because X isn’t like others and that’s what all teenagers think about themselves. I am X too. I am different okay, I have trouble fitting in with all the self-centred idiots because I’m just like them.
Why do we have to do homework anyway? It’s not like we get extra credit for it or anything. The teachers don’t even read a single word we’ve written. What’s the point? Wasting time? For some reason adults believe that we kids have no life outside of textbooks, homework, classes and exams. They think we go to school to study. Yeah right. I’m pretty sure that 10 years from now when I think of school. I won’t remember how precious X was or how mitochondria and power are related. What I will remember is recess, all the stupid fights I had with my friends and all the times I was the standing outside the classroom proudly punished.
All said and done its time to get back to Homework after 48 hours of pure procrastination.