School's Out Forever
There was a class which bothered you, I mean really bothered you, in high-school. The subject managed to be both narcotically boring and fiendishly incoherent and after day three you were pretty certain the teacher was speaking one of those African languages which utilize tongue-clicking. I'm not saying what yours was, but it's whatever final you periodically take in a nightmare while wearing only tighty-whities. No matter how bad your adult life is going, you can always soothe yourself by saying inwardly, "Hey, could be worse. I could be back in (Dreaded subject)."
But if you ever choose to home-school, know there will be a moment where, just as in the horror movies of your adolescence, the thing which you thought was dead, knew was dead, couldn't ever bother you again, rises to do battle once more. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present my week:
SLOPE AND Y-INTERCEPT, PART TWO: THE RECKONING