"Ms. Clarke, are you listening to me?”
Huh? Ms. Clarke? I’m Ms. Clarke. Damn, did she ask me something? Okay, put the pencil down, raise your head and be calm, “Um, yes?”
“Ms. Clarke, did you hear the question you were asked? Or shall I repeat myself?”
Ah man, she’s really pissed. Why does this always happen to me?
Ah man, she’s really pissed. Why does this always happen to me?
“Umm,” the blank faces of the droids all staring in my direction, like the corner of this room is all of a sudden interesting. Not hardly. They’re staring not because they’re irritated with me for not paying attention, the way Mrs. McElroy is, but they’re waiting for me to blow it again. I swear the woman gets some sort of evil gratification whenever she can embarrass me. She is well aware that I have no desire to listen to her rant about the importance of dividing and factoring poly-whatever’s. Seriously! And I’m not the only one in here who feels this way. I am, however, the only idiot who can’t keep my head up, or focused enough, to avoid drawing her attention.
“Yes ma’am.” I finally squeak out.
“Yes, what?”
“Huh?” Am I confused? She asked me a question and I answered it. Did I miss something?
Pointing her beak in my direction, she said, “I asked you if you heard the question or if I needed to repeat it. You said ‘yes’. So is that a ‘yes’ you heard the question? Or a ‘yes’ you need me to repeat it?”
Pointing her beak in my direction, she said, “I asked you if you heard the question or if I needed to repeat it. You said ‘yes’. So is that a ‘yes’ you heard the question? Or a ‘yes’ you need me to repeat it?”
“Oh. Um, yes I need you to repeat it.”
Okay, so she asked me a question and I answered it, so why is she turning red? I swear the woman looks like she is going to explode, which wouldn’t surprise me really since she is a mere five feet nothing and round as a peach, so her exploding might actually be kind of funny. I mean, really? This is math. It’s not like I’m ever going to use it once I leave high school. Sure, I’ll need to add and stuff like that, but anything more can totally be done on a calculator. So why is she so serious about it? Better yet, why is it even a required subject in school? It should be replaced with something useful like how to patch up the gnarly hole in my favorite jeans without making them look like hand-me-downs. Or how to deal when your best friend, since you were two, died when he was only sixteen? I mean really, Algebra? Yeah, I’m focused on that.
