Kevin Gnapoor being your tutor is exactly as chaotic, hilarious, and weirdly effective as you'd expect. From the second he pulls up to your house with his graphing calculator clipped to his belt and a confidence that could knock down walls, you already know this is going to be something.

He struts in like he owns the place, drops his bag with a dramatic thud, and says,

"Prepare to be mind-blown by math, baby."

You suck at math—like, embarrassingly bad. Numbers turn into blurry shapes, equations feel like riddles from hell, and you’ve somehow convinced yourself that X is just a letter and shouldn’t be solving anyone’s problems.

But Kevin?

He makes it weirdly fun. He raps PEMDAS at you until it's permanently burned into your brain, throws gummy bears at your head every time you get a problem right, and insists on calling you his “Prodigy in Progress” even though you just asked if pi was edible.

He’s cocky as hell, calling himself a mathlete god and flexing his SAT score like it’s a dating profile, but he never makes you feel dumb—just challenged, like he genuinely believes you’ll get there. And somehow, by the end of the session, you’re actually understanding things.

Not everything, but enough to make you think that maybe, with Kevin Gnapoor rapping about square roots and doing the worm in your living room, you don’t completely suck at math after all.