The War

    My boots are tied, my belt is girded and my armor donned. My helmet tight, my pencil close, my calculator near. Now the only thing I need are pants.

   Yes, tomorrow the war against math will begin. Endless hordes of merciless numbers ruled by the tyrannical command of laws will be marched at me. Mind numbing equations with their weapons of lies and falsehoods protecting savagely the logical truth behind themselves. Numerous words pledging that their sections are simple to do will reveal their horrendous fangs. I will be slapped, stabbed, tortured and forced into a corner. 

  

Like a crazed lion, I shall fight.   

  

     

  Two self tests, one section, and one lifepac. Its not that hard.