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Who are youKatie PriddyWho are youTo dangle the past before meLike a ball of string and a cat.To watch me fall on my faceYou wonder why I donʼt trust you.Who are youTo beg me to stayBut when I do, nothing changes.Youʼre the fastest one I knowAnd you ran away from me.Who are youTo tell me how to liveWhen youʼre hardly in my life.To float in at the high points,Skipping all the sad partsOf your favorite movie.Who are youTo tell me that Iʼm wrongWhen you stopped listening months ago.To call me your friendBut never go as far as being mine.Math ClassKristel KlankAngie WilliamsI sit in this comfortable wooden deskin the front of the classroomwhere I manage to scribble downevery last formula, theorem, and equation.Hunched low to my paperI fight to understand—work out the problems,crunch the numbers,correct my mistakes.But when the bell finally rings,thereʼs only one solution I know for sure;no matter how hard I try,how long I study,how many pages of notes I pump out,I will never be quite good enough for this class.It beats me every time.But, fast asleep,the boy next to me,with drooling covering his paper,knows every answerto every problem.Hannah FritzkeAnd you see,just as two plus two equals four:Iʼm left clueless,while he gets the grade.28 Spring 2008