# Bomb Free Day

5 May 2019

As two atomic water bombs dropped from my eyes, I could not help but to think of the relationship between the results of the atomic bomb and my geometry quiz; both were devastating. Earlier in class, Mr. Cornelius stood glaring down at us holding in his hands a stack of freshly graded quizzes. Today, frustration colored his face red. Oh God Iâ€™m gona get it, I thought. Already, kids seemed to crawl under their desk and head for the open windows of freedom. I was going to hide behind big-Lee, but Janey was already there. It was times like these that the class turned into a battle field and Mr. Cornelius turned into the Boeing B-29 Super fortress. He glided down the rows of â€śtowns.â€ť Each kid hoping that Mr. Cornelius wouldnâ€™t bomb their desk with an F. Since, there was no place to left to hide I kept still, for any sudden movement would give me away.

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At that moment the Boeing B-29 Super fortress stopped to try to make out our handwriting and for a while the sun came back up. â€śAaa-chhoo!â€ť I sneezed. Everyone dove back down to there hiding places, and Mr. Cornelius resumed the attack. He almost seemed to take flight as he approached me, but I didnâ€™t look up. I could already hear his hand building up momentum to create an echo when he smacked my quiz down on my desk. I looked away and put my hand across my eyes; I started to tear. Man I shouldâ€™ve told him I had diarrhea or something. BOOOMMM!!!!!, the atomic bomb landed and I sat there in utter destruction, shocked by the impact of failure

I have never been the worldâ€™s greatest mathematician, especially the kind that uses, according to the American Heritage Dictionary, measurement, and relationships of points, lines, angles, surfaces, and solids; in short geometry. It was my but, meaning I could do everything but. In fact geometry to me was almost like feeding 5 year olds vegetables. You tell them itâ€™s chocolate and they want to know why it isnâ€™t milky brown; and the more you wish to shove the food down their throat, the more reluctant they are to do it. This type of math was another world to me, and a complicated one at that. When I had the failing quiz in hands, I felt like I had let my parents down and I was a failure. There was a lump in the throat and disappointment filled my heart. Everyone in my family was smart and getting good grades in math but me! My older sister was a super genius and my uncle was an architect. It was kind of like an â€śoh so what happened to you?â€ť kind of deal for me. I was ashamed and embarrassed, because I was such an â€śeducational let downâ€ť to my parents.