I came out of math thinking about numbers. Weird right? That was a joke. But seriously. I mean, numbers are just a bunch of lines put together in odd shapes to make symbols that supposedly have some sort of meaning. And obviously they mean enough to make a whole school subject about.

Like, English as a subject, I get. We speak it every day, it's how we communicate. English makes sense because words make sense. Well, really words are just letters which are, like numbers, just lines drawn in a specific shape to have some sort of crazy meaning that we are supposed to naturally understand and comprehend and be able to learn.

But back to math. It's a crazy subject. And this is coming from a crazy girl, so it must be true. When will I ever have a ruler to measure two sides of a triangle but not the third? Why do I need to know how to graph by hand if I have a calculator to do it for me? How can we prove that the number one has a numeric value of one without saying, 'just because?'

That would be like saying, 'humans live because we just do.' No. There are reasons that we are living things. We breathe. We have a heartbeat. We have cells that make up our body. And so we don't live just because it's what we do.

Then again…aren't humans just numbers? We are 'x' percent water and 'y' percent fat and so on and so forth.

Oh, speaking of 'x' and 'y,' what gave math the right to use numbers and letters? Seriously! I asked my teacher and he laughed at me. He laughed at me. Then he just continued talking, not even bothering to think about my question.

Remember when teachers used to say, 'there are no stupid questions'? Well they lie. In the back of their minds all they can think about is how stupid the questions they get asked are. I know this for a fact because I can just sense it. It's one of my many talents.

But they can't help it. All humans are like that. We are all just hypocrites living together in society trying to seem less hypocritical than the next person. Some people are just worse at hiding it than others.

Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh, right, math. Stupid subject. I just don't understand why we feel the need to base one hour school hour on it. I'd rather spend that hour doing something more fun. Anything is more fun.

You know what would be a fun class? Observation. That would be nice. Where the students just patiently observe the mannerisms and behaviors of other students and things. I do it all the time. Except, when I do it, sometimes people call it stalking.

I disagree. I call it 'obsessive shadowing.'

Speaking of obsessive shadowing, there's Eli Goldsworthy down the hall. Ah yes, I remember the days I would watch him from a distance and carefully memorize his every move. I could tell you his schedule. I could tell you when he goes to his locker, which table he eats at in the caf, which parking spot he likes to park his car in. I could tell you a lot about Eli Goldsworthy.

After all, he is, just like math, a subject to study.

So is the boy next to him, Adam Torres.

I'd have to admit, Adam is my first crush. I used to think that Eli was my first, but I found myself feeling different about him. Eli was my first obsession. He was my crutch, something I had to see and watch every day. Without Eli, my day was nothing.

But with Adam, I found myself afraid to see him in the hall or catch his eye by chance. It's like I don't want him to notice me. Well, I do, but I don't want him to see me as Imogen Moreno the crazy; I want him to see Imogen Moreno the tame and thoughtful.

She is just a percentage of me though. She is just a number. And after all, numbers can't be proven to have numeric value. We could just chose to ignore numbers all together and throw them to the side. But we don't.

It's a crazy world we live in. Numbers have meaning. Math uses numbers. People are numbers. Numbers can't be proven. And I have a total middle school crush on Adam Torres.