Musings. part 2.
Today in math, I was so tired. I thought to myself, "I wonder how long it's been since I last looked at the clock. Maybe it's been an hour. Well, actually, its probably been only 40 minutes. I'll guess half an hour to be safe."
I looked.
"20 seconds?!!"
I put my face on my desk, thinking, " This is going to be a very bad day."
Teacher: "Matthew. Sit up. Okay. To review for the rest of the class as well, just remember: in algebra more often then not, using a calculator will screw you up. Really, I would strongly recommend that you did NOT use a calculator. Moving on to the next topic. Using graphing calculators (which are essential in algebra) we will spend the rest of the class making graphs!"
I went home after school. Looking back at photos of when I was two, I remarked, "Its strange. I know that's me, but i don't feel any connection to this image. Everything's so different now. (musing aloud)Isn't it weird that one's ow past can seem unreal? This is like looking at a picture of somebody else. But still. Look at that smile. Ahh...the arrogance of youth. I thought I knew everything when I was 2."
My mom chose at that moment to say, "and you expwethed aww that knowwedge wike thithh."
Me: "Now, a lifetime of experience has left me bitter and cynical. In fact, somewhere in South Africa, there is a little boy, who dreams of coming to Canada. Canada represents the perfect paradise for this poor boy. One day, I hope to meet this little kid. AND TELL HIM THE AWFUL TRUTH ABOUT THIS PLACE."
I looked.
"20 seconds?!!"
I put my face on my desk, thinking, " This is going to be a very bad day."
Teacher: "Matthew. Sit up. Okay. To review for the rest of the class as well, just remember: in algebra more often then not, using a calculator will screw you up. Really, I would strongly recommend that you did NOT use a calculator. Moving on to the next topic. Using graphing calculators (which are essential in algebra) we will spend the rest of the class making graphs!"
I went home after school. Looking back at photos of when I was two, I remarked, "Its strange. I know that's me, but i don't feel any connection to this image. Everything's so different now. (musing aloud)Isn't it weird that one's ow past can seem unreal? This is like looking at a picture of somebody else. But still. Look at that smile. Ahh...the arrogance of youth. I thought I knew everything when I was 2."
My mom chose at that moment to say, "and you expwethed aww that knowwedge wike thithh."
Me: "Now, a lifetime of experience has left me bitter and cynical. In fact, somewhere in South Africa, there is a little boy, who dreams of coming to Canada. Canada represents the perfect paradise for this poor boy. One day, I hope to meet this little kid. AND TELL HIM THE AWFUL TRUTH ABOUT THIS PLACE."
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