dear math, grow up & solve your own problems {morgan/babson}
Jan 9, 2016 18:33:39 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Jan 9, 2016 18:33:39 GMT -5
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I hate math class. The teacher this year is so mean! She doesn't let me do anything else even when I've already finished the stupid long division thing she passed out to everyone, and she says she'll write me up if I pull out my book again during class. It's not my fault she teaches so slow! If I tell her that, she'll make me multiply the numbers back together to "make sure they're right". I don't see the point of her making us do the boring parts over and over again. The older kids get to do cool stuff with variables and pretty pictures called graphs, but I swear this old lady is the boringest teacher on the face of Panem.
Most of the time she doesn't pay attention to us, though, so she can't tell I'm writing other stuff in my notebook that isn't math. I'm gonna continue the story I started writing last class, the one with me and my badass imaginary friend following Mace and Julian to defeat the evil, fire-breathing dragon. I got to the part where we're crossing the Volcanoes of Doom last time before the teacher started walking down the rows and I had to put it away and pretend to work on math again. Maybe the next thing that happens is that the volcano explodes and we almost get hit by the lava. There was a volcano arena once, but that Games happened before I was born.
Ooh, actually, I have a better idea! What if Julian and Cricket had to battle to the death? He'd be all murderous and stuff and Cricket would just be doing backflips all over the place. I should ask my classmates, they look bored with this math worksheet too.
There! "Vote: Julian vs. Cricket in single combat, who would win?" Now I just have to pass this around the class and see what they respond with.
I poke the boy in front of me, handing him the slip of paper. "Psst."
Morgan | Lowell |
I hate math class. The teacher this year is so mean! She doesn't let me do anything else even when I've already finished the stupid long division thing she passed out to everyone, and she says she'll write me up if I pull out my book again during class. It's not my fault she teaches so slow! If I tell her that, she'll make me multiply the numbers back together to "make sure they're right". I don't see the point of her making us do the boring parts over and over again. The older kids get to do cool stuff with variables and pretty pictures called graphs, but I swear this old lady is the boringest teacher on the face of Panem.
Most of the time she doesn't pay attention to us, though, so she can't tell I'm writing other stuff in my notebook that isn't math. I'm gonna continue the story I started writing last class, the one with me and my badass imaginary friend following Mace and Julian to defeat the evil, fire-breathing dragon. I got to the part where we're crossing the Volcanoes of Doom last time before the teacher started walking down the rows and I had to put it away and pretend to work on math again. Maybe the next thing that happens is that the volcano explodes and we almost get hit by the lava. There was a volcano arena once, but that Games happened before I was born.
Ooh, actually, I have a better idea! What if Julian and Cricket had to battle to the death? He'd be all murderous and stuff and Cricket would just be doing backflips all over the place. I should ask my classmates, they look bored with this math worksheet too.
There! "Vote: Julian vs. Cricket in single combat, who would win?" Now I just have to pass this around the class and see what they respond with.
I poke the boy in front of me, handing him the slip of paper. "Psst."
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