Maths lesson was too crazy for me,i’m glad it’s finally over.But guess what ? accounting is next fml.
When girls have having on night stand with a total stranger,she will be thinking “will he remember my name ?” But i let my classmate copy my answer sheet and she’s kinda cute,i’m thinking “will she remember my name?”
I fear that i will always be a lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three keep out of sigh beneath a vicious square root sign
I wish instead i were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick with just some quick arithemtic
I know i will never see the sun as 1.7321
Such is my reality a sad irrtionality
When hark,just what is this i see
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waitzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed
