Textbooks

Ever notice how textbooks have a way of hiding themselves?

It doesn't matter who you are, at some point in your life, you have misplaced your textbook at least once. In my case, I've done it more times than I can count.

The subject that hates me is the one that I'm actually good at: Math. Ever since I went back to public school, Math has hated me.

Four years ago, I was in Pre-Algebra. That textbook would vanish and reappear at random. I once had it in the living room, only to find it in the car the next morning. This pattern continued that year.

Then the next year, I was in Algebra. About halfway through the second quarter, my book vanished. We hunted everywhere for it. At the end of the year, about a week before school ended, my bus driver randomly asked me if the textbook that had been under her seat for five months belonged to me... My jaw dropped.

Last year, I took Geometry... which was possibly the worst class I've ever had. Two weeks into the school year, my book went bye-bye. It turned up a few days later with the corner eaten off of it, courtesy of my sister's dog.

This year, my Algebra book vanished. I freaked out because I needed it for an assignment and spent a week searching for it.

The other day, I was picking up music around my piano, when I happened to look up while on the floor. There sat my book, right where I had put it for safe keeping.

Textbooks are just a pain, I've noticed. No matter where they're put, they have a way of vanishing for a few moments, then they turn out to be hiding in plain sight.

Moral of the story?
Textbooks just don't like me, especially those of the math variety.