You know, it's kind of frustrating, but it's just one of those things I have to accept: I've never been too good at math. This became obvious to me in first grade. I probably would have figured it out in kindergarten, had I stayed there very long.
As it was, I got pneumonia during first semester and recovered, but my mom opted to keep me home the rest of the school year, giving my siblings the priceless opportunity to henceforth refer to me as "a kindergarten dropout."
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