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I am one of the many people who claim to despise the subject of math with all their might. Yesterday, we had to do a project that was worth a quiz grade, involving exponential decay (meaning, when something deteriorates at a constant rate). My mind was so hazy for some reason, I could barely grasp what was a fairly easy concept sweatdrop .
Then, my pencil disappeared. My lovely, mechanical, new pencil that I mostly use for Sudoku. And I went through hell looking for it. I was swearing profusely, looking under the desk and muttering things along the lines of "It didn't just get up and walk away..." Only with more expletitives. Well, it turns out my math teacher took it.
Our math teacher has a nasty habit of taking up the nearest pen or pencil when explaining something, so he can use it to point at what he's talking about. Well, he also has a nasty habit of forgetting to put said pen or pencil down, and often walks off with them on accident. That's what happened with mine.
Then, the project we were doing required graphing calculators. I had spent so much time looking for my pencil, that when I turned to write down the answer that was on the calculator screen, it fell asleep. stressed
But did I realize this? Noooooooo. stare In all my smartness, I thought the damn thing died. I hit a few buttons, and it didn't turn back on. So, as I contemplated how I was going to tell the teacher how a $100 calculator just up and died (while hurriedly copying the answer from one of my partner's paper), lo and behold, I discovered it wasn't dead. A relief. Or so I thought- five seconds later, the bell rang, and I still hadn't packed up my stuff. stare
Yesterday, as well, in our World Cultures class, we were being taught about Colonialism. A 'president' was elected, and he gave the class 'orders'. Any orders disobeyed, and the perps were sent to jail. Long story short, Suffocates and I were sent to jail for 'Civil Disobedience' (I was NOT about to take my shoes off, get down on my knees and put my finger on my head talk2hand ).
While in 'jail', dear Suffocates turned to me and said, "Hey, INMH (Obviously she said my real name, which none of y'all need to know)- Wanna be my prison-b***h?"
... Her nails are, like, an inch long. Not much room for argument.
So, I'm her prison-b***h for all of ten minutes until we leave class. Then, at the end of the day in gym, Suffocates grabbed me during yet another variation of tag (WE ARE IN FRESHMAN YEAR: WHY THE HELL ARE WE STILL PLAYING TAG?!) and said, "Come here, b***h."
I said: "We're not in prison any more."
She says- "INMH- School is prison."
stare

"My God- I think I'm one of those people who gets a jolly out of being hit!"
-Stewie Griffin xd

-INMH