Extra Math Guy Novels & Stories

The first class of the day was Grant's math class. When it was Grant's class, the students from Class 3-18 were usually quite orderly. Grant returned the homework the students had done earlier. But when it was Eden's turn, he massaged his head. "Eden," he called out. Eden got up to take her homework. Grant patted her shoulder and said sincerely, "Math isn't that hard. If you're willing to put some work into it, I'm sure you can do well. Do you want me to give you extra classes?"

"Whatever, Hansen. Can we do some Math now?" I imitate his tone. "Yes, Walker. I believe that's what we are here for." He snickers but says nothing, reaching for his books. Minutes later he is looking miserable and moaning about a math test Ms. Fernandez gave them earlier on in which he is sure he'll score below average. "I hate logarithms," he says, rubbing the end of his pencil against his scalp. "What, that's like the easiest thing ever." "No it's not, but I'd say that about geometry."

He need to let her go. The Gamma began to jug to the tracks, while I followed after him. After my morning session with the Gamma which ended by 6 o'clock, I went to freshen up and meet with my new tutor. A Middle aged man with black hair and a few specks of gray. Mr Gregory Finch, but he said I could just call him Greg. He was patient with me throughout our session, and I would admit, I was not really the brightest of students, especially when it came to maths. Who invented that head shattering nonsense though? And what good would trigonometry do for me?

I nodded & thanked her before heading out the door to class to get away from the glares & stares I was receiving. I made it to class & Delta Robinson just nodded at me & continued teaching. Math wasn't my favorite subject but it wasn't incredibly difficult either. Stella was basically a math genius so she could help me if it ever became too much. The classes dragged on, in English we were assigned a book I've already read a couple times & in science we started a section on scientific equations. I mastered scientic equations in 8th grade when we started learning about them in the pack school though, so I was mostly bored. Yea, maybe it's not normal to master scientific equations at 13, but wh

I've always been terrible with directions. No matter where I go, I end up lost. Seraphina didn't buy the whole "born this way" excuse. So she roped in my foster brother Gabriel and my childhood friend Lucas, and they decided to put me through "training." For the border patrol exercise, they drove off with the tactical SUV ahead of time, took my phone, and left me stranded alone at the subway entrance—right in the middle of gang territory. They said it was to sharpen my sense of direction. I opened my bag and found a note from Seraphina: "We've walked this escape route with you twice. I know Carone's blood will find its way to the safe house, Leah!" "We'll be waiting at the mansion." I stared

he choked, a moment of silence passing, before he repeated “Uh… 50. Six times 9…” “You’re still getting this wrong?” I heard Mrs. Harris click her tongue “See? This is why it’s unacceptable that your classes have been shortened! You’re really starting to get such simple things wrong!” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Harris…” Theo murmured, and even though I couldn’t see him, I knew he was cringing “It won’t happen again. I… I’ll study harder…”

Maybe Connor can tutor me. Connor’s in another class, but he’s the only other person who can’t stand Mr. Adkins. He’s one of the popular guys—good-looking, with girls chasing him. Maybe that’s why he dislikes our math teacher so much—he sees him as competition. Still, as I check the time, I figure it can all wait until tomorrow.

I thought he didn't know it? ​"I'll go with... uhm... cosine, theta all over two, is equal to positive and negative square root of one plus cosine theta over two. I know it, Tito. If you're not asking, we have a Math tutor from Romania, a Harvard graduate. Shocking, right?" What the hell is wrong with this kid's brain? ​When I was a kid, I almost swore at Math because I always failed and didn't understand anything. And this five-year-old kid is like this? My Grade 12 ass brain can't even answer that shit.

I definitely wouldn’t have guessed I would be like this a few days ago. “Axton is right.” Jeremy spoke as he looked up from the portion of the test he was grading. “You need to believe in yourself.” Heat spread across my face from mortification. I couldn’t believe he had heard my conversation with Axton. “I agree.” Shawn Cox, the sixty-seven-year-old retired mathematician commented as he also looked up from the test paper. “After I learned you hadn’t been in school for nearly ten years, I didn’t have high expectations for you.” He pulled the reading glasses down and tucked it in his shirt collar. “Now, I am thoroughly impressed.”

Pinag patuloy niya na ang discussion after non. My classmates are all eyes on him because he's such a good teacher. He explained all the concepts explicitly and as much as possible he's using a laymans term. Which is a good thing when you're a professor. Hindi lahat ng teacher ay kayang ipaintindi sa mga students nila ang mga mahihirap na concepts. Especially in mathemathics, I can say that he's really good at this. " Do you all understand? " Elijah's deep voice take me back from my reverie.