At the crossroads of late puberty and supreme self-consciousness sits a classroom. It is here they teach Algebra II. Algebra 1 was a worldwide SMASH so they made a sequel. One of the worst in history, the critics said. Part of me still lies impaled upon a word problem on page 144 of that old textbook. A passing grade was anything higher than the indoor humidity (80% in August). I still have some extra credit outstanding from a book report on Pascal which they accept at 7-11 when I’m low on cash.