We have a new math teacher and it’s three lessons in – it’s been rather eventful so far, by all measures. On the first lesson he told me I looked weird in the class photo matrix thingum and on the second lesson he put me on the spot for about twenty minutes to explain concepts I didn’t have an inkling about.
Today was lesson #3 and he walked up to me while I was minding my own business (ie. trying to make sense of my History notes) –
Cher: That doesn’t look like maths. Did you do your tutorial?
Me: uh not rly, I only did till question 4
Cher (scans an important-looking clipboard): Matthew ah… your maths is weak.
Me (prideful, wounded): huh? no, it’s not.
Cher: It’s not? Then are you lazy?
Cher: You’re not stupid, right? Are you stupid or lazy, choose one!
…and here I was thinking I could have the honour of defining myself, at my own time and place. Silly me.