After breakfast we (all 30 or so people) went to the math building. We sat down in some bean bag chairs and on couches that were much like the ones from the girls dorm. Then we waited for a bit. Then in came a man in… a revolutionary war uniform. It looked like it was authentic too.

"Really dad…" I heard someone groan from the crowd. I looked to see who said it. It was basically the teen version of our teacher, in a football jacket instead of a military coat.

"Yes really son. The children of today don't understand what they have. I may not have fought in this uniform for that war, but I fight with my duties of a citizen. I educate students for my country and use my power of the vote! But I'm teaching math now! How does this relate? Well, think of the war, if they didn't have math, they couldn't have made this cloth, or shipped this cloth, or have been able to make this pattern, or get a good price when they sell it! Everything can relate to anything if you do the research and think logically. Now most of you have been here a while and know what your study point is. What about you, new girls?" He asked us directly. So what I love, what do I love? Hmmmm…

"I love cats." Faith said, that was a no brainer I guess.

"I love comics!" Jordanne announce a bit to loudly.

"I don't know…" I said when all eyes fell on me, what was I supposed to do lie? Then get stuck researching boring stuff? No.

"Well young lady, you better find out soon. This whole school is based off you learning from you passion!" He said throwing up his arms dramatically. I heard another groan from his son. How embarrassing is this for him?

"Well everyone, you know what to do. Go to work!" then he pulled out a real sword and pointed it at the stairs to the second floor.

All the other students walked up the stairs chatting about what they were passionate about. Even Jordanne and Faith deserted me.

"Um, excuse me teacher dude?" I asked

"It's . Yes?"

"Well, what if I don't have something I'm passionate about?" I asked nervously, what if I fail or something?!

"Well, you will just have to spend you time finding that out, then catch up on the research project later." he began to walk up stairs, but I stopped him.

"What exactly is the research project?"

"Well, you must write a paper about how you learned math through what you love. Then, with the other classes as well, present how you were able to learn about everything to the students and staff. We will grade you on how much you work daily, and just standard things for the paper, and on how well you can present your work."

"Well, we have all year to do this right?" I asked.

"Yes. Oh, and each month has a new topic to specifically learn about, and we do a mini presentation. For example, we are learning about parabola's this month, and that girl chose cats. She could tell us about how cat irises have a parabolic shape to them." Then he left me to go up stairs.

"Okay." I still didn't have something to research yet. Maybe I will just look up parabola's and work backwards. Yeah, that will work. I'm a backwards person in general. I started up the stairs, but was pushed back down them by the teen teacher. So the son of the teacher…

"Hey, um sorry about my dad if he's being stupid or something." He said to me from the second step, leaning over me, "I'm Alfred, the football player." He held out his hand and smiled at me. Right! I was supposed to be smiling! I smiled back and shock his hand

"I'm Carolyn and don't worry, he wasn't being… stupid or something. I just had to ask him a few questions that's all. I was the one being stupid."

"Asking questions isn't stupid, it's smart. I bet your friends don't even know what they're doing." he said, and I knew that they didn't.

"You're smart for knowing that." I said, passing back the smart to him.

"Well your smart for taking my advice." he grinned.

"But it's your advice that's smart." I kept passing it back, this was fun for some reason!

"But-" Then his dad interjected.

"It'd be smart of both of you to come up here and learn something!" he yelled down the stairs. I giggled.

"Lets go." he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up the stairs. A boy was holding my hand! Okay, what are you getting so freaked out? A guy asked you out yesterday! What's up with the guys here? Or is it just me being weird, it probably is.

He let go when we reached the top, and I felt a little sad on the inside. Then, looking around me, I saw a library/computer lab place that was full of stuff. It wasn't very organized but it looked really cool. There were diagrams on the walls and ceiling, models of things, and a white board crammed with formula's. It just looked mathy.

"Do you want to see what I'm doing?" Alfred the football player asked. Why did he introduce himself like that anyway?

"Sure." Then my braveness came out by accident,"Why did you introduce your self as Alfred the football player?" I asked.

"Well, my name is Alfred." Now he's acting like Faith the obvious, "And I'm the football player."

"The football player? What about the other ones?"

"I'm the only one." He said it as if it was obvious.

"How can you be a team of one?"

"I'm really really good." his grin (that never left from before) widened.

"Is what you love football then?"

"No, I'm good at it, but just because you've got talent for something, doesn't mean you have to love it. I love McDonalds!" I think he must have listened to to many of their commercials as a child (that tune~I'm lovin' it!).

"So you love fast food, and your good at sports. I guess that's called Irony." I said, but he didn't seem to hear me.

"See, last year, I focused on happiness, and how happy people were after eating McDonalds." He pulled out a chart, "But this year, I'm focusing on energy! How much energy will I get by eating a big mac? Will I win games because of it?"

"Thats cool. So are you going to make a chart about it that is a parabola or what?" I asked

"Well, I'm not sure, but footballs are that shape, so if I just go from one to the other… it'll probably work out somehow." Well he was optimistic. I wish I could say the same about myself though.

"What are you doing?" he asked me, the last thing I want to hear.

"Well, I don't know. I'm not really passionate about anything specific."

"Do you want help?" he was so nice!

"Yeah, but how can you help me? It's what I love, so don't I have to figure it for myself?"

"Well, yes, but I can help- I can be you're hero!"

"Hero?" I asked chuckling.

"Yeah, my sophomore year my project was on hero's, and my freshman year was on Cowboys, don't laugh." he told me not to laugh, but he himself was laughing, so I risked it and laughed along with him.

"So now it's my last year, I think I know what I love, but it could still change."

"So you're allowed to change you're topic?"

"Yeah sure, as long as you still have the same a amount of information on your final one."

"That's awesome, that means I still have time!" These Jones's are so helpful! But I still think that this pressure is gonna kill me.

"Well, I gotta work or else my dad will ground me. See ya around!" he waved and walked down an isle of books and around the corner, disappearing in the clutter.

I decided to start with the internet. I like the internet. I sat down at an empty computer, and went to google. Typing in random stuff, and clicking on links until my eyes burned; that's what I did for an hour. I just googled my brain out. When the buzzer went off I was never so glad to get off a computer in my life. Then I realized that I had three more classes of this. Aaaaaarrrrrrrgggg.