You sat there quietly, lost in the fog of incomprehension, your mind a barren field, untossed by the wind. Your teacher Mr. Kunikida stood by your side, guiding you through the questions.

The numbers danced and swirled in the air. Swishing and swaying in motion, the confusion grows, the frustration grows. But he was there to help.

“Now how about we try again?”

Offered the man in a calm and gentle tone. He was patient with you.