Clyde stood outside of his locker, a look of frustration evident on his face, as he gathered his math textbook, calculator, and notebook, preparing himself for his next class Math was never his strong suit, causing him to feel a sense of dread wash over him. Even of he tried, numbers seemed to jumble together in his mind, creating a cloud of confusion that followed him wherever he went. As Clyde closed his locker, and he took a deep breath.