Shemp gingerly typed in his password. one key at a time, as slowly as humanly possible. When he had to click, he used his nose.

He had to admit, this wasn't his strong suit. Book learning, math, science, things like that always got jumbled up in his brain. Other languages smeared together in a string of gibberish. He couldn't write well, either in handwriting or the content of the page. He'd volunteered specifically because he wasn't good at any of that stuff. 

But there was no sense in complaining about it. There were, after all, plenty of problems that couldn't be resolved by punching them really, really hard. He tabbed over to basic algebra and started working.