The Chalk Incident
anyways, here's something i made last night:
i think it's cute.
anyways--
paul didn't do to school today! here's what i wrote out of boredom:It was the second time we talked that day (which is a record, btw. Because I’ve never even *talked* to him for, like, ever. ) or rather, heard him say a number of incomprehensible words (which I’m not even sure is the case, because it’s possible that I just never heard him because of how loudly my ears seemed to be filled with my own voice, shouting “OMGOMGOMG!!!” but anyways—) to me. But still!
We were answering board problems beside each other during Math last Friday. Ha ran out of chalk—notvery unexpected, mainly because St. Matthew is chalk-poor—so he started looking for pieces of them that were more than a quarter of a centimeter long.. luckily, Ira bought some chalk during lunch so I was loaded. (Not fully, but still.) And I happened to be right beside him.
that was as far as i got (i wrote that during class). i just wanted to publish it for future reference or something.
and something i will constantly remind myself during elective (business math):IT'S JUST AN HOUR, SO TRY TO MAKE IT AS FAST AND AS PAINLESS AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. (REPEAT TWO BILLION TIMES)
