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Hook's High School Math Notes

These notes were compiled for a friend who was a chronic truant. Mr. Mark Madigan was rarely present in Ms. Frates' math class, therefore, hook took notes for him, and here they are as he received them over 6 years ago.

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MATH NOTES

by Ryan C. Hook

Dedicated To Mark Madigan

1979 - 1999

Hoo Hoo Baby

Originally written in 1996

Transcribed in 2002

Algebra 2: Wednesday – April 17, 1996

	Ms. Frates writes problem on the board
	problem is difficult, can’t be done
	Mark is gone, thus I shall write an account of today’s class so he can catch up
	Tyson tries to sit in the chair next to me but she is wise
	Tyson must move his fat ass back to his assigned seat
	Ron moved away from the seat next to me to sit next to Shobna
	I feel alone, but Lathram is still in the seat on my right
	I am once again not paying attention to Ms. Frates
	She is speaking of logs, which don’t comprehend
	I laugh at something said by the big new kid Deion, as does the class
	I wonder what Ms. Frates looks like naked
	Frates asks a question but the class knows not the answer
	I find myself very confused at this point in time
	I don’t think that Ms. Frates is wearing any undies
	Outman is stretching at this point, the reason is unknown
	I have once again chumped, which is good because it is the first account of my chumping in class today so far, but I can assume there will be more before second period is done
	Why don’t teachers teach naked, I think that the class would pay more attention if they did, exclude all of the fat teachers
	We must now write something down in our notes, of what it is, I am unsure
	"What’s up Hank?" – Not Much
	Shobna is not wearing any shoes at all at this point and I wonder if I is morally correct, I may try it to find out
	I withdraw my left shoe and feel like a swollen fuck-box, so I replace the shoe upon my left foot
	Kevin once again returns to class and is greeted by my ‘hang-loose’ hand signal and immature behavior
	Rojansky is using a highlighter to do something but of what that is I am unsure
	Now the big boy is yawning, he’s pretty chubby
	I think that what the Frates is explaining to the class is vital, but isn’t included in my future
	I ask Lathram what he is drawing and he replies, "Shapes"
	"I like to think that I’m pretty boss"
	Miss Frates talks funny
	Oh, I really chumped this time, I sure hope that no one notices, but I think it is inevitable
	the area of kids closest to Ms. Frates’ desk are not like us
	Miller, he punched Rojansky, inexcusable; the blond girl, who is she?; the girl with brown curly hair & freckles has big shoes; Rojansky; that unusual blond haired kid next to Outman stares at Outman while Outman scribbles on the pages of his book, both people equally strange
	that strange blond girl who I think goes by the name of Destiny, is scratching her head while looking at Nina’s paper, she may have dry scalp which may result in dandruff if it goes without the proper treatment, I mean Desenex tingles, that’s enough for me
	Frates explains how we will have a quiz in our future, if I had been paying attention to the brutish bitch, I would know, but she continues to flirt with my twat
	Tyson passes around a birthday card for A.J. Glimme, the class must sign it
	Tyson debates with Raj about how he must sign, Raj holds back at first but gives in to the signing of the card
	Kevin says, "Tyson, is that Mrs. Glimme’s son?", Tyson nods
	Outman asks Ron for the answer to #1, Outman may be perplexed on his rejection of the card signing, but I think it’s for the best
	I wonder if Ms. Frates’ ass is hairy or is it bald, I think it probably looks like a chia-pet

Algebra 2: Thursday - April 18, 1996

Mark Madigan is once again absent from class, thus I shall once again take notes for his little white ass

I am asked to close the door by Lathram & Janofsky, I accept and do my task

While closing the door, I see Mills come down the path, I shall close the door anyway and say "you’re late", and return to my desk

Kevin walks through the door and is yet again greeted by my ‘hang-loose’ hand signal, ‘high-five’, and childish behavior

Ms. Frates writes a problem on the board, the class is dumbfounded, I’m just really confused

2/7 is not greater than 1, so A = 3

Janofsky is chewing gum, but the real question is the flavor of that gum, it shall be found out

Raj and Shobna show up at approximately 8:32, late again, and Raj is obviously hiding something in his jacket pocket, it shall be found out

Ms. Frates is wearing a tight shirt, how her buffed figure flirts with my emotions, I am nevertheless erect now

Lathram is chewing on a yellow pen, he asks, "is there any yellow on my lips?", I say "yes" and laugh, he wipes his lips and says "oh no", I then say "just kidding"

Mills sneezes, it isn’t a normal laugh

Kelly Ginn is wearing a hat with a orange and black tiger on it with the word ‘Tigger’ on the bill, it’s fucking stupid

Olson is rubbing his nose, probably recovering from the bruise I placed upon it when I threw a marker-spear at him and it struck his nose

Sara Catterelli shows up at 8:39, late

Mark has decided to once again cut 2^nd period, he’s probably rubbin’ one out

I marvel at the weird kids in the area closest to Ms. Frates desk

Who are they? Where do they come from? Why do they scare me?

Outman spins his pen on his fingers, obviously a dork

I once find myself saturated in my own chump

I think that if Miss Frates was in a James Bond movie, her name would be hand-job, for obvious reasons

Desiny dumb girl continues to speak to others, this is unexcusable and shall not be tolerated

Shobna raises her hand to ask a question, she’s hairy

Olson is obviously a tea-bagger

Not much happening and Miss Frates loses her place, what a dumb fuck-rod

If I were a teacher, I’d make it class policy that the class would have to stare at my bare buttocks and marvel at its greatness

I’ll bet Ms. Frates’ ass looks like tanned cottage cheese, nevertheless I’d love to cover it with oil and slap it with a zucchini

Tyson sits in the chair to my left, he is obviously tired from whackin’ all last night

I just farted, Lathram laughs

I like Mills’ boobies

Deion sits in Shobna’s seat and says "whose nasty shoes are these?", Shobna is embarrassed with this remark

I think of my life in Peru, it was great

Outman is staring at Deion and Ron, he is a poop-chute

Tyson says "don’t be a dill", Deion says back "hey, don’t be a dill", I find it amusing

Lathram looks confused so I say, "you’re obviously confused", he returns with "yep"

I say to Tyson "you’re the smartest kid in America", I am a good liar

END – 9:01am

Algebra 2: April 22^nd, 1996

Mark has decided to come to class today, despite his need to rub one out

Frates continues to babble, I listen not to the constipated blister-fuck

Frates received a haircut or alteration of the hair over the weekend I can assume due to the change in her hair

We learn today about logs and again, I know not what to do

Outman yet again spins his pen on his fingers, he should be knighted ‘Sir Dill’ and made to wear a pink clown suit

I saw Ms. Frates panties, boy what a surprise lies beneath those skibbies

Olson, the boy looks like Al Borland

Kevin walks through the door and yet again greeted by my ‘hang-loose’ hand signal and severely immature behavior, I give him a high-five but he misses, he corrects his posture and this time connects with the high-five

Mark walks over towards Kevin, begins to laugh, walks behind my desk and shakes my hand, I’m pretty sure he chumped or something, nevertheless he is different

Have you seen Ms. Frates’ nude monkey dance? didn’t think so

What happened to the weird kids whom sit closest to Ms. Frates’ desk, could it be caused by a hormonal imbalance, could it be that their parents smoked too much crack during pregnancy, or could it be just that sit closest to Miss Frates, the answer is unknown and a mystery to all

Tyson looks perplexed, obviously tired of sucking his mom’s breasts, but afterall, breastmilk is a good source of protein, at least that’s his excuse, the perverted pole-sucker

From this point on I shall be known as ‘Wing Choi the dogfucker’

Frates wants us to look for a ‘mantissa’, I sit confused but look for it anyways

I know not what a ‘mantissa’ is, therefore I cannot find it

Boy, Tyson’s mom sure is a ball-drainer

Frates gets up from her chair, her panties are once again viewed by my eyes

Tyson exclaims, "I’m fine", when in fact no one was talking to his fat ass

Why do Miss Frates’ panties scare me so

She flips her hair back, obviously playing with my emotions, that blistering fuck-box

Mark explains, "I’m the best person ever", a very confident cock-smoker indeed

Why do balls hurt?

Whoooha Whoooha

I need to scratch my ballsack, it shall be done

Destiny Dumb Girl is eating something, obviously fat

I say aloud, "I love math", I lie to much, I’m such a cunt

Our class is planing a revolt against the Fratinator, she shall fall

Tyson talks about a party, "I was toasty", exclaims he with the small dick

OH MY GOD I JUST CHUMPED, this shall not go unnoticed by the class, I’m soaking

My balls hurt

END – 10:33am

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	While closing the door, I see Mills come down the path, I shall close the door anyway and say "you’re late", and return to my desk
	Kevin walks through the door and is yet again greeted by my ‘hang-loose’ hand signal, ‘high-five’, and childish behavior
	Ms. Frates writes a problem on the board, the class is dumbfounded, I’m just really confused
	2/7 is not greater than 1, so A = 3
	Janofsky is chewing gum, but the real question is the flavor of that gum, it shall be found out
	Raj and Shobna show up at approximately 8:32, late again, and Raj is obviously hiding something in his jacket pocket, it shall be found out
	Ms. Frates is wearing a tight shirt, how her buffed figure flirts with my emotions, I am nevertheless erect now
	Lathram is chewing on a yellow pen, he asks, "is there any yellow on my lips?", I say "yes" and laugh, he wipes his lips and says "oh no", I then say "just kidding"
	Mills sneezes, it isn’t a normal laugh
	Kelly Ginn is wearing a hat with a orange and black tiger on it with the word ‘Tigger’ on the bill, it’s fucking stupid
	Olson is rubbing his nose, probably recovering from the bruise I placed upon it when I threw a marker-spear at him and it struck his nose
	Sara Catterelli shows up at 8:39, late
	Mark has decided to once again cut 2^nd period, he’s probably rubbin’ one out
	I marvel at the weird kids in the area closest to Ms. Frates desk
	Who are they? Where do they come from? Why do they scare me?
	Outman spins his pen on his fingers, obviously a dork
	I once find myself saturated in my own chump
	I think that if Miss Frates was in a James Bond movie, her name would be hand-job, for obvious reasons
	Desiny dumb girl continues to speak to others, this is unexcusable and shall not be tolerated
	Shobna raises her hand to ask a question, she’s hairy
	Olson is obviously a tea-bagger
	Not much happening and Miss Frates loses her place, what a dumb fuck-rod
	If I were a teacher, I’d make it class policy that the class would have to stare at my bare buttocks and marvel at its greatness
	I’ll bet Ms. Frates’ ass looks like tanned cottage cheese, nevertheless I’d love to cover it with oil and slap it with a zucchini
	Tyson sits in the chair to my left, he is obviously tired from whackin’ all last night
	I just farted, Lathram laughs
	I like Mills’ boobies
	Deion sits in Shobna’s seat and says "whose nasty shoes are these?", Shobna is embarrassed with this remark
	I think of my life in Peru, it was great
	Outman is staring at Deion and Ron, he is a poop-chute
	Tyson says "don’t be a dill", Deion says back "hey, don’t be a dill", I find it amusing
	Lathram looks confused so I say, "you’re obviously confused", he returns with "yep"
	I say to Tyson "you’re the smartest kid in America", I am a good liar

	Mark has decided to come to class today, despite his need to rub one out
	Frates continues to babble, I listen not to the constipated blister-fuck
	Frates received a haircut or alteration of the hair over the weekend I can assume due to the change in her hair
	We learn today about logs and again, I know not what to do
	Outman yet again spins his pen on his fingers, he should be knighted ‘Sir Dill’ and made to wear a pink clown suit
	I saw Ms. Frates panties, boy what a surprise lies beneath those skibbies
	Olson, the boy looks like Al Borland
	Kevin walks through the door and yet again greeted by my ‘hang-loose’ hand signal and severely immature behavior, I give him a high-five but he misses, he corrects his posture and this time connects with the high-five
	Mark walks over towards Kevin, begins to laugh, walks behind my desk and shakes my hand, I’m pretty sure he chumped or something, nevertheless he is different
	Have you seen Ms. Frates’ nude monkey dance? didn’t think so
	What happened to the weird kids whom sit closest to Ms. Frates’ desk, could it be caused by a hormonal imbalance, could it be that their parents smoked too much crack during pregnancy, or could it be just that sit closest to Miss Frates, the answer is unknown and a mystery to all
	Tyson looks perplexed, obviously tired of sucking his mom’s breasts, but afterall, breastmilk is a good source of protein, at least that’s his excuse, the perverted pole-sucker
	From this point on I shall be known as ‘Wing Choi the dogfucker’
	Frates wants us to look for a ‘mantissa’, I sit confused but look for it anyways
	I know not what a ‘mantissa’ is, therefore I cannot find it
	Boy, Tyson’s mom sure is a ball-drainer
	Frates gets up from her chair, her panties are once again viewed by my eyes
	Tyson exclaims, "I’m fine", when in fact no one was talking to his fat ass
	Why do Miss Frates’ panties scare me so
	She flips her hair back, obviously playing with my emotions, that blistering fuck-box
	Mark explains, "I’m the best person ever", a very confident cock-smoker indeed
	Why do balls hurt?
	Whoooha Whoooha
	I need to scratch my ballsack, it shall be done
	Destiny Dumb Girl is eating something, obviously fat
	I say aloud, "I love math", I lie to much, I’m such a cunt
	Our class is planing a revolt against the Fratinator, she shall fall
	Tyson talks about a party, "I was toasty", exclaims he with the small dick
	OH MY GOD I JUST CHUMPED, this shall not go unnoticed by the class, I’m soaking
	My balls hurt