There were a couple years that I had to see a math tutor after school. She had a tight Brillo-like perm and drank lukewarm water. She ate the instant macaroni and cheese bowls with very little water so the noodles were crunchy and the cheese powder wasn't fully dissolved. Those were her only oddities that I knew of, but they were enough to keep her single and lonely and teaching slackers how to divide. I still can't multiply 7's and 8's. I only know 9's because of that finger trick.
On the way to my parents I pass a place called Kumon. It's a learning center advertising, Math. Reading. Success. Being a learning center I think Kumon is pronounced Come On.
Come on, you can do it! The face is skeptical almost confused. Which makes sense considering those using a learning center. It's definitely less antagonizing then a smiley face. I hate smiley faces. If I could, I would punch smiley faces in their smiley faces.
The founder of Kumon, Mr. Come On
On the way to my parents I pass a place called Kumon. It's a learning center advertising, Math. Reading. Success. Being a learning center I think Kumon is pronounced Come On. Come on, you can do it! The face is skeptical almost confused. Which makes sense considering those using a learning center. It's definitely less antagonizing then a smiley face. I hate smiley faces. If I could, I would punch smiley faces in their smiley faces.
The founder of Kumon, Mr. Come On
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