August 11, 2004

  • Three more days, two more tests, one final provincial exam. Every single number, sign, word, and graph with any relevance to math is to be forcefully be sent into a air-tight, sound-proof chamber. The gas is released, the flames are lit, the ceiling falls, crushing every ash and bone into a one by one millimetre cube. The execution of Math 12 and rejuvenation of mind is complete. This burden will be put to an end, I will kill those who stand in my way.

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