I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from
That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.
I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.
You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?
No. What we’re really looking at is meaning. Not how many stickers we have, but what the stickers mean to us. What do these stickers symbolize? Could it be that Jen and Tani’s stickers symbolize their everlasting friendship and that they will stick with each other through good times and bad? Or maybe the stickers show a deeper, more significant relationship? And then we must also determine why these students have the stickers and why they want to simply give them away to each other.
the answer also happens to be the page number
(Source: kimsbaked, via sombrero91)