My last math class is over. And while I don't have my grade yet, I no longer have math homework. I have lived for the last two semesters in the math lab. A place like home, where much time is spent, and I am greeted warmly by one and all. My family of sorts, consisting of fellow struggling math students and brainiac math TAs that answer my constant questions without fear or hesitation.
But I can't live here anymore. They won't let me. I have a distant memory of another home in which I lived. I must remember and go back there. It's a hazy, vague recollection of another place, another time - before algebra. Where, oh where, do I live now?
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