Ok, before I found my way into calculator programming, I was always very bored in math.  I did all sorts of things. I wrote, played chess, drew, talked, and other stuffs .
So recently i was looking through my old math assignments, with the random stuff that came with it (I kept all my assignments for every class sense middleschool), and i came across one of my old poems.

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MATH

Math is a language,
Older than any other.
A language of the young and new.
and a language for the old and gone.
It lives beyond us, for it we will never fully comprehend.

Math is a language,
changing like no other,
adding and multiplying,
removing by dividing.
Math changes and is not set. Understood or not.

Math is a language,
It is complex like no other,
There are sections that exist, are real.
and some that don’t, who are completely imaginary.
Math is complex, both parts real and imaginary

Math is a language.
The more you know the more questions you have,
The less you know, the fewer.
Math always adds on another section.
Algebra, geometry, physics, statistics, calculus, and many to come.

Math is a language.
Spoken in many ways,
5 times 4,
18 plus 2.
Spoken in many ways but the solutions are the same.

Math is a language.
It conveys a message,
It gives instruction,
It discovers truths,
Math informs, finds, and instructs.

Math is a language

Nice poem.

Nice

I don't think I have much remaining school stuff from back in the days. I believe all I got are my grades

Some of my teachers hated me even though I got all A's

Except my science teacher had reasons, she was always teaching chemistry wrong and being the 8th grader so occupied in reading chemistry books I always caught her mistakes

But I actually have quite a few old assignments left -- here's apoem I wrote in 6th grade (I seriously got an A on it:)

Dark Mysteries of the mind
By Adam

Down a cellar, around the creaking
steps,
me and my companions went and
freely crept;
Dark mysteries lay in the air,
like rain about to fall,
yet these enigmas so were very
small!
down the cellar, in darkness we
plunged;
Till we came upon a small little note
saying,
"STUPID RABBIT TRIX ARE FOR KIDS"

Nice one

Some of my random warped Christmas carol lyrics from 4th to 7th grade: https://docs.google.com/View?id=dd2nfkk9_128db9g443b. Actually, the last one ("Jolly Old Saint Nicholas") was from last year, when I got an idea that was too good to pass up

I actually don't. What about it?