A/N: Vacation is a tricky time to upload, however, that's no excuse. I don't own POI and I wanted to branch in perspectives today.

I have never liked school. The whole learning system is stupid, the teacher pets are the only ones who "learn" anything and they already know the crap.

The only reason I even stay in school is because I don't wanna stress out mom more than I have to.

But like I said, it's stupid.

There's nothing that prepares me for taxes, Shakespeare isn't gonna land me a job, and why the hell should I care about when King whatever-his-name-is ruled over that one country a looonnggg time ago. It's not important today, so why should I waste my time "learning" it?

'Sides, the teachers here are stupid. They wouldn't care about you if you got shot in the damn leg. You still had to go to the stupidest classes ever in which they droned on and on about the importance of education and attendance, so they could get paid.

Bottom line, most of my time is spent wasted in a goddamn stupid hellhole.

So when I walk into the classroom, find some new white guy sub instead of the usual bimbo, man I'm not even interested. He's dressed to the nines in a nerdy fashion and most definitely does not belong in this part of town.

But then again, I could care less what his "story" is, he obviously ain't from my part of town. Probably one of those rich people who decided to "help" the "less fortunate".

Like we need any help from you. It's bullcrap when they walk in and decide that they need to look good so they make you feel stupider and they come off as so fake.

He probably doesn't even know jack.

Even if he looks like one of those NASA nerds.

So the bell rings and I'm just chilling in the back. If he doesn't care if we're on our phones, then why do I even have to pay attention.

But my eyes glance up at the board anyway, just to watch this guy. Let's see how he tries to "control the situation".

He limps, oh good we've got a gimpy today, over to the board and begins drawing a circle with a line.

Very impressive, Sherlock. Art class is down the hall.

And we've got a squiggly lines with other lines attached drawn up underneath.

Yeah, we got a loser today. Some nerd who's probably gonna be like "math may not be practical kids, but it can be fun and complicated and you're not gonna understand anything I talk about unless you've got an IQ of 500."

Is that even possible to have that kinda IQ?

Anyway, ooh now there's numbers to go along with the lesson. About time we got to the damn numbers. I'm not quite sure what's so important about adding all those little numbers after the 3 There's gotta be a limit to anything eventually.

"Pi." He starts, and immediately I can tell he's one of those smart guys, the ones that probably went to Harvard or whatever. And ooh, did he mention pie? Damn, now I want some now. Not that crappy sweet cherry pie, but delicious apple pie which is classic.

"Can any of you tell me what it means?"

Ooh the amount of smartass things at the tip of my tongue that are just waiting to be said. Just like me, the rest of the class is unimpressed and I'm pretty sure everyones got their phone out, even the class pets.

"I'll settle for an intelligent question here."

Then you came to the wrong place man. He awkwardly looks around the room and I resist to roll my eyes. Like, waiting for us to speak is like trying to avoid blowing a red in the city: it's not gonna happen.

"My friend has a question Mr. Swift," This is gonna be good. He merely smiles at her, oblivious to the fact that she does not care. At all.

"What is any of this good for, and, uh, when will we ever use it?" She smirked using that sugary sweet fake voice and the class snickered, myself included. He merely smiles, not even upset.

That's new.

"Let me show you," He says, turning to the board.

Go right ahead, Mr. NASA Nerd.

"Pi," Here we go, the five hour lecture on how back in his day kids actually cared about irrelevant things. "The ratio of a circumference to its diameter, and this is just the beginning."

Does pi live happily ever after? Is it story time?

"It keeps on going, forever. Without ever repeating." Okay, now I'm a little curious because like I said, everything ends at some point. Including this class.

"Which means that contained within this string of decimals is every single other number. Your birth date, the combination to your locker, your Social Security number. It's all in there, somewhere." He paused before hobbling around the classroom. Now he kinda really had my attention. Just how long is this pi thing anyway? And how do they know it never ends?

"And if you convert those decimals into letters, you would have every word that ever existed in every possible combination." No frickin way man.

"The first syllable you spoke as a baby, the name of your latest crush. Your entire life story from beginning to end. Everything we ever say, or do, all of the world's infinite possibilities rest within this one simple circle." He paused, having already hooked everyone's attention a loonngg time ago.

"Now what you do with that information, what it's good for, well that would be up to you."

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She, my mom that is, always asked me about school. It was a pointless routine considering school never actually teaches me anything, but I respect her enough not to complain too much and just BS my way through the question.

But today, I had an honest answer.

"...Math's not so bad. We got any pie?"

There will be a second drabble, to make up for the fact there was nothing yesterday. Also, I have never tasted cherry pie so I'm sure it's delicious :) I also thoroughly enjoy learning so it is not my intention to actually bash education in any way, shape, or form.