Extended Metaphor on Math Class from Hell

An Extended Metaphor about why Math Class is Hell It glared at me, mocking me, jeering at me. It silently screamed wicked taunts at my nervous gaze, flawlessly manipulating what made me sweat the most. It knew how to take advantage of my fear, my dread of what awaited. Standing high on the wall, it's demonic face of 12 numbers and twitching hands tortured me with a snide smile. I arduously tried to avoid its evil …

…of the clock like bullets ricocheting off metal but we fought back vigorously. Finally HER snakelike grip slipped and the minutes hands flung forward towards 2:12 PM like starving lions towards a fresh kill. There was a moment of complete chaos and turmoil as the seconds rushed forth and SHE battled to regain control. But it was futile; the hostages had won, narrowly escaping doom. Horological = referring to clocks Pinions and regulators = gears of a clock