Preface: I suck at math.
No, like I royally suck at math. As in, if I had to do a basic algebra equation to save my cat’s life, I’d probably start writing the eulogy instead.
Only once since sixth grade have I been told “great job” in a math class. That was in my Senior year of high school, which was an awful year aside from this one dull-but-shining moment in my mathematical career.
I received this sticker after doing shockingly well on a test. It features a presumably tripping-on-acid pineapple punching (or perhaps fist-bumping) towards me, with the caption “KER-PUNCH!”. The sticker is indeed scented like fruit punch. Even now, two years later, I can smell my one victory over numbers on the back of my calculator whenever I want. I can still smell it and remember that I defeated the demon that is math once, and I can (possibly) do it again.
