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I hate math homework

Hey everyone so here is a simple layout of your apartment and you can add all the decorations you want its just kinda telling you where everything is yk.

enjoy

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Click. The lock to my apartment door opened. Pushing open the door with my bag on my bag on my shoulder I'm greeted with a drum roll please. My apartment. I walk inside and place my bag on the kitchen counter. Then take out my laptop, binder, and a few pencils and set them all on my desk.

    First, is math homework. Great. By all means I'm good at math, but that does not mean that it's enjoyable. Looking at the first equation I'm already done. A race car goes to the Lincoln bridge to highway 20 (a/n these are not real places but they are real inside of your town)  at the speed of 145 Mp/h. The distance from A to B will be the same as in real life. There will be average traffic. Base the traffic rate off of 2021 (idk what to name the town yet) Traffic Administration.

    Great. I have to do research. FOR A MATH PROBLEM.  Laying my head on my desk I let out a sigh. Whoever made homework I'm gonna put a bounty on their head. My eyes start closing from just sitting there, sometimes it's nice just to sit and do nothing. Being a street racer it's always so loud whilst racing, so when there is silence it makes me forget about my old life and makes me feel normal. A final sigh escapes my lips as I raise my head and look back at the math problem.

   
     5 minutes turn to 10. 10 turns into 30. 30 turns into a fucking hour. An hour for a single math problem. I'm done with this stupid math. Opening my laptop to search up the answer to the equation, before typing the problem into google it in the corner of the screen it says that there is mail in my inbox. Opening up my email  to see its from my math teacher. I'm surprised he can even work an email.
     Clicking on the email it pulls up a long automated text saying what school, what class, etc of information that is useless. Scrolling down to the bottom you can finally see what Mr. Smith was trying to write.

Hello class, if any of you have tried to do your homework for my class, which is due on wednesday, you may have encountered a problem with number one. With my further research of the city and traffic changes I've realized that I made a mistake on my behalf and the question is... Impossible to solve. Sorry for making you guys waste your time worrying about it. See you in class on monday.

Excuse me.

What?????

I SPEND A WHOLE HOUR ON THIS STUPID PROBLEM JUST TO RELIZE ITS UNSOLVEABLE.

Pushing my chair back and grabbing my phone I make my way straight to the door before stopping for a second and turning around. Keys. Where are my keys.  Keys are on the counter, yep. Turning around and grabbing the keys, my feet are still stomping to show that I'm annoyed even though no one is around. Pulling open the door and slamming it shut as I leave.