It pains me to talk about this but if I want to be a responsible if not respected guerrilla journalist, I must. Okay, here goes. I want to talk about ..... MATH. Well, are you happy. We POETS feel the same about MATH as a VAMPIRE feels about LIGHT. I could explode from the exposure.
BUT ...,
this is my JOB. You know, the one that doesn't PAY.
Oh well, I can't avoid it any longer. FORD has a MATH TEAM. I just shiver when I think of that. I hear there are 15 of them signed up. The plan is to compete against other schools if they can get the LOGISTICS (a nice MATH word, I feel a little better) worked out.
All of this talk brings back memories (nightmares, really) of when I was a snot nosed high school punk competing in the MATH FIELD DAY'S. Since then I had an accident, been in a coma, and had some sense knocked into my head. THANK YOU!
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