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Author's Note: My maths class is really this boring...
Temperance looked across the room at her teacher. He was a useless man. He knew nothing about maths. She did. She couldn't imagine how everyone else in her class felt about him, but by the absolute look of boredom on their faces, she figured they were as bored as she was.
In some twisted way, this actually made her feel good. It made her feel normal for once, like she fit in. Like she wasn't the only one feeling the way she did.
She'd taken to observing people in her class. This is where her love for anthropology started: Sophomore Advanced Maths. Watching people gave her something to do, something to focus on other than her "work".
This maths wasn't work for her at all. In fact, it was like having three hours of extra sleep a week. There was on boy in her class who actually did this: slept through all their maths lessons.
In all fairness, maths had always been easy for her. It came to her the same way science had; the same way everything had. Except making friends. But this made her even more involved in her studies. Or lack thereof. She'd liked maths. All the way through primary school, she'd enjoyed it. It was one of the only things she was looking forward to in high school.
But then she got there. From the very beginning of junior high she had had the worst maths teachers possible. Her maths teacher in seventh grade had refused to give her harder work; she'd revised fifth grade all year. Her second maths teacher: he was just plain nuts. He had spent entire lessons talking about homosexual tendencies in Saudi Arabia and cows falling on old men. He was sacked the year after.
But this one. He actually thought he was doing well. Her class was utterly hopeless as it was, and his lack of teaching ability wasn't helping. Not only was the work far, far too easy, but the teacher didn't even bother trying to give her anything harder.
Advanced Maths. Possibly advanced maths for narwals.
It was as if the school had found the worst possible maths teacher and stuck him with the only students that could actually do the math because they were afraid of a student take-over, or something.
Temperance grinned. She could picture with her brilliant mind all the students in her class raiding the teacher's lounge wearing war-paint, like William Wallace's army.
She looked at the girl next to her, imagining her in a heathen-warrior breastplate, charging at her teacher with a colossal sword. She giggled.
"Miss Brennan." Her teacher shot her an entirely dense look.
She pictured him being attacked by the girl next to her, eyes wide, screaming like a cheerleader being chased by a bee. She burst into laughter, covering her mouth while tears formed in her eyes. He shoulders were shaking.
He is so pathetic! she thought, closing her eyes, trying unsuccessfully to keep her mouth covered with her hands. The entire class was watching the interaction with amused interest by this point; their teacher looking as confused as ever, and this usually silent girl laughing herself to tears.
The boy sitting behind Temperance woke up, looking around confusedly.
"What did I miss?"
What do you think? I don't know about it, myself, but I actually did write most of this in my Math class today...of course, my teacher was totally oblivious...as per usual...
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