"Don't forget that we will study the score tomorrow. Bring your sack lunch..."

This is a bit mysterious. When we were in elementary school, we always went home for lunch. For some reason, my math tutor asked us to bring our own lunch. great. Another thing to carry. In fact, the mathematics textbook is very big: it can’t fit my navy canvas bag. I think publishers think that if they print math problems in real big fonts and bold, you will miraculously understand them.

The next day, I went to math class strenuously and walked into the classroom with lunch in my left hand. After the four of us finished the math problems on the blackboard, we sat down at the table. Mrs. Parker took out a box from the cabinet. "Today, we are studying the score. I thought we would make a layer cake." Hearing the news, the groaning turned into cheers.

She took a large bowl and poured the mixture into it. Next, she made a measuring cup and instructed us to measure out the remaining ingredients, a quarter cup of this and a cup of that. We baked yellow cakes at school and frosted them with chocolate frosting. Then we cut the cake in half, then cut into quarters, and then cut into eighths. We draw materials from the principal, school nurses and secretaries. We feel like celebrities. You might say that this is the frosting on the cake.

I am Rosie Klepper, and this is my opinion.