12/14/89, 5th Period

Might as well give up the good ol’ math test.  I’m doing horribly and I’ll have to do something next semester to get myself more credits.

There is nothing wrong.  Wonder how long she wanted to do that.  I guess I’ve wanted to for a while.  I might as well with everyone.  I hate this class.  I am tired of smelling Mr. Massey’s b.o., it’s not very becoming.  I just don’t know what I should do.  It’s a tragedy to see the dream is over.  And I never will forget the day we met, girl I’m gonna miss you.  Math analysis is quite stupid.  No matter what, I can’t be normal.  If I’m going alright I have to do something to screw it up.  I can never talk to anyone, not even [my step-sister] now because they will think I’m a weirdo.  I can imagine telling my life skills [peer counseling] class that yesterday I kissed a girl and liked it.  What would they say then?  I believe a majority of them would shit purple Twinkies.  Then, after the mess was cleaned up they would treat me like more of a freak than they already do and then think I was disgusting and “unnatural” and boy, would that be some juicy gossip to tell your boyfriend during climax.  I’ve already heard that Erica and I were gay.  And that’s work gossip that I heard at school.  Mr. Massey’s looking at me but I refuse to feel guilty for not doing my test.  But then maybe he’s looking at my exposed thigh.  “Everyone likes Suzanne.”  Guys, girls, cats, dogs.  Everyone but herself who is quite confused about what the fuck is going on with my life right now.  Second semester I can do speech and debate.  Within an entire semester I should be able to get at least 2 1/2 credits.  At least I hope so.  I know no matter what I do, my mommy will still love me.  So I guess I’ll just go down there [to live in Southern California].  Quotable quotes by Carl Massey, math teacher, varsity basketball coach extraordinaire:  “I’ll spell ‘B’ the same way I spell ‘F.T.'”  Amy knows–Erica told her.  So she (Amy) asked me how it was.  I told her the truth–not great but not terrible.  The first kiss is always the fighting kiss though–have to get used to each other.  I’m not in conflict because I know it’s not wrong for me.  Why does it have to be so hard for me?

__________________________________________________________

By the way, I graduated from high school a full year early, despite the fact that I purposely failed math analysis.  The above was hand written in pencil on the backside of a test, which was just a photo copy of page 217 of our text book.  I know I understood the stuff at one time, but now even the non-Greek looks Greek to me.

Each trigonometric relation has an inverse relation that can be restricted to define a function.

arcsine = {(x, y) | x = sin y}

arccosine = {x, y) | x = cos y}

arctangent = {(x, y) | x = tan y}

Arcsine = {(x, y) | y = arcsin x, – π/2 ≤ y ≤ π/2}

Arccosine = {(x, y) | y = arccos x, 0 ≤ y≤ π}

Arctangent = {(x, y) | y = arctan x, – π/2 < y < π/2}

What the fuck?!  The more I look at this, maybe these were the formulae we were allowed to use for the test, not the actual test.  That’s how much I’ve forgotten.

I swear.  True story.