Tragically there comes in point in time in which after an hour or so of working on the same three god awful textbook questions that I get tired of calc and just say screw it, because numbers are dumb and I don't like them. At this point in time what was time spent doing calc homework becomes a study in projectile motion. I stare at book for a minute or two muttering obscenities then slam it shut with a force of let's say 150 newtons, this force rotates the open pages about the spine of the book until it closes and all unused force is then transferred into my desk shaking it violently in a somewhat amusing manner. After this I realize i'm still looking at a calc textbook so it becomes a calc projectile as I pick it up and throw it behind me with a velocity of about 2 m/s in the x direction and .5 m/s in the y direction until it dramatically strikes my bed sending the plethora of laundry laying there flying as a result of the spring compression and expansion of the stricken mattress. After this I've expended any energy gained by my frustration and resolve myself to shoe shopping because why not. That right there is the physics behind my rather overpowering loathing of calc homework.