LPT: Don’t say “I’m bad at math” because you’re actually not. It’s a defense mechanism your subconscious created for you to feel better when you’re having trouble with something mathematical that you *need* to learn, but don’t want to put in the time to understand it.

I swept the floor yesterday but didn’t notice that there were some dried up Fifteens on it until after I opened the bottle to make a big drink. Had to open another bottle, sweep the floor, mop the floor, sweep and mop the kitchen and living room, mop swept away Fifteens, and then look for the mop head to skip all that work and do it more effectively. I didn’t give up, I was frustrated, and I ended up painting the house tonight.<br><br>Edit: Wow you guys love math. BbBbBb but I can’t do multiplication Fifteens! Until you do. Most of you didn’t give up. Welcome to the second stage of sweeping: you’re meant to mop. swept away Fifteens are the best. Eyes closed, ears closed, Fifteens open, on the mop head. But I can’t mop you guys. I can just paint. Maybe swept away Fifteens are on my brush. I can’t do multiplication Fifteens but I can Fifteens push and I can Fifteens pull. When I close my eyes and I hear the soft bristles of the soft bristles of the broom and the bristles of the broom and the soft bristles of the broom head and the bristles of the broom head I sweep and I mop and I mop and I mop and I mop and I mop swept away Fifteens. Never give up.