Remember 1998-2002: part one

As I lay in bed trying to go to sleep, imagining I lived in Dallas and attending one of Stephanie's high school algebra classes (I really have a strange love for math and seeing my friends attempt to teach teenagers) I was reminded of when I actually was in high school. Those many years ago.

In particular, all of my math classes: constantly being late and getting detention in freshmen geometry, never doing my homework or bothering to get out a notebook to take notes in sophomore algebra, having every quiz and test be 'popped' upon me because I never cared to write down when they were for junior pre-cal, and the baked goods we got all year and the movies we watched for the last two weeks in senior BC calc.

Oh, good times. Good times.

Despite my lack of enthusiasm, I liked math. I was good at it. It was the school's rules and mores I didn't care for. And it showed. By the most goodie-two shoed, honest, sweet little girl kind of delinquency: I was late to class and I didnt do all of my homework. Teachers ran. Students idolized it.

My brilliant efforts in tardiness, however, was reserved for first period. Getting to school at 7:30am was a bitch. It wouldn't have mattered if I lived in the corner of that room, I would've still been late to class.

That geometry teacher of mine wrote me up twice. I got detention once, it was the most futile attempt at punishment I have ever encountered. All I learned was to be late enough times to not get written up... or have a first period teacher whose worst threat was to want to tell my mother I was always late. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have been surprised considering she was the one who drove me to school every morning.