Today is 21st of December 2012; the day Mayans

Today is 21st of December 2012; the day Mayans predicted would be the last of the planet. Although most of us show disbelief there are some who

put burlap bags on their heads, sell all their possessions, and wait on top of steep hills. The Mayans made an elaborate prank and waited in their flying wheels to surprise

the Enochians, whose angels were made of the noumenal equivalent of construction paper and glitter, to amuse the fractal Rebs in the 5.37th heaven. The Mayans stifled their giggles

at the paradox and blatant over use of prime numbers. The Mayans typed BOOBS into their calculator and showed it to the Enochians who reacted to the computational function by

taking its square root. That kept them busy until James had the bright idea of painting over the solar chargers. The displays became weaker and weaker, little pi's randomly flash

ing intelligence could not comprehend why the solar-powered calculator was fading. Little Pi shook the gadget. "Please, don't die. Pleeeease." But the digital numbers slowly faded

how to do division. This was the most depressing moment of my life, including the time my cookie broke off and fell into my milk. My calculator was gone. It died. Now I am going to

- have to do the equation using long-hand division. I hoped it would come back to me. Sweat poured down into my eyes. My fingers shook as I grabbed the gnawed yellow pencil and

hoped for the best as I wrote down the answer I thought was right. The next day the teacher announced the results. I had passed the test!