And we're..
Sitting in calculus, clock almost striking the 3.
So close, yet so far to hearing that glorious bell sound.
Group assignments, once again.
As we wait for Coach Hardin to give us answers.
or well.. that's what I thought everybody did.
I thought we, the class, were all in this together.
I guess assumptions really are wrong.
I didn't think anyone actually wanted to stay,
figure out problems, when it is time to go!
EPIPHANY!
EVERYONE CARES ABOUT LEARNING HOW.
I CARE ABOUT THE RIGHT ANSWER, AND LEAVING.
So, as I am closing my spiral bound notebook,
everyone else GASPS as they shriek,
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T SEE THAT!"
I am currently laughing.
Are they THIS excited about a quicker way to quadrati-simpli-ntergrate something?
By George, I think so.
Props to my peers.
I never thought calculus could excite one so much.
I mean, I am completely stoked how everyone was smiling, laughing,
having a good time because of Coach Harding pointing out their stupidity.
However, I really get just as much enjoyment out of sitting there.
That's probably the reason I have a C.
Realization is killer.
2 comments:
you never realize how unschooloriented you are until you take coach hardin calculus, and your life kind of falls into it's sorry little place.
just kidding.
but seriously.
im so glad you understand that.
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