Jennifer headed to her first class with Mr. Wilson, he taught the upper level math classes, and it was Jennifer's least favorite class out of all of them. Jennifer entered the classroom and plopped her bag on the desk. Mr. Wilson was older man, clearly balding with a portly gut, but the real issue with him was the- Mr Wilson cut off her train of thought as he addressed the class, or atleast she assumed he was. His speech pattern was beyond indecipherable, maybe a few words could be pieced together but the rest was pure mush. It was like he was just making noises with his mouth, pretending to make a language. What was even more infuriating was that everyone else just nodded along, like she was the only one who couldn't understand him.
The teacher began to hand out papers, it was the test from yesterday. Jennifer gulped as he handed her paper upside down. Never a good sign. And it wasn't indeed. Jennifer winced as she saw the grade, a 73/100, she was surprised she even made that much. She looked back at the wrong questions, so many easy and simple mistakes Jennifer could have kicked herself for being so stupid. Jennifer looked back at the grade, a 52, how could she have been so unprepared for this test. "I just don't understand any of this." Jennifer muttered to herself, growing more frustrated as the numbers became even more confusing as she went down the list. Numbers blurred together with letters and shapes in a way Jennifer swore she had never seen. Jennifer's eyes stared at one symbol, why that one is just a squiggly line! Jennifer rolled her eyes as she put the paper down, she would have to hide it from her parents, she'd get in a lot of trouble for getting a 10 on a test.
The rest of the class was horrible for Jennifer, each scrawling on the chalkboard was like a cavepainting to her, and the teachers words left nothing to even guess at. Jennifer signed a breath of relief as the bell rang. Jennifer grabbed her bag as she quickly left the room.
As she went to her locker she tried to open the lock. Even the symbols around it seemed archaic, Jennifer fiddled with it more before she grew frustrated. She pulled out her hand and started to count down on her fingers, ten, nine, eight, uh....three, two one! She got most of them, that was good right? Sure she might not have been good with numbers, nobody was afterall, you'd need to be a genius to understand anything Wilson was teaching.
Jennifer looked back at her locker, instead were simple shapes around the outside, easily opened. Jennifer grabbed her books, abit thicker now as simple concepts of math were now spelled out at length. Numbers now substituted with various shapes and letters.