Math is as frustrating as a never ending maze. Ever since high school math hasn’t been the same. Every morning I would wake up tired because of the math homework I did the night before. I always think that math would get easier but it always only gets harder. Math is as hard as a blistering wooden pencil, the same one I use to do math every day. The same pencil I use all year. Every day in math class it seemed like everyone is happy except for me. The papers giggle from the tickling of the pencil. The book is as heavy as a bowling ball and screams in joy as air went through every page while I found what page my homework was on. Math is just a never ending roller coaster. It’s always a rush to get to math class because of how far my class before is and the traffic of people in the school only makes it worse. Every day you can see me running, clapping the hallways with my feet “lat lat lat” or jumping off the stairs “boom”. All that was only to sometimes to hear the same noise once I got close to the math class which was the same “boom” of the door closing right in front of me. Then the same walk of shame to the tardy room, as a kid walking to the doctor’s office would. Math is a wipeout obstacle course that your brain has to run through every day.