When I was ten or eleven I had a mathematical breakdown. We had started long division in 4th grade and I couldn’t wrap my head around it. My older brother Paul, his then girlfriend and even my father all in one night tried to coax me off the ledge and explain this “simple” formula to me. I ended that night at the kitchen table crying into my notebook of unanswered problems. I’m twenty-five and I still don’t understand long division, I thought this was all behind me, I thought I was done for good… that is until I failed my placement test and was tossed into a calculator-less environment of smartypants teenagers and a blackboard cluttered with fractions and the key to everything seems to be none other than long division. Fuck.