She once again sat in her dreadful algebra class wondering why it couldn’t be as exciting as the other classes she had been taking.
“Because I have a cool ass teacher and it’s interior design. How could anything measure up to that?” she answered silently in the privacy in her own my mind.
She was thankful, however, that Mr. Mills hadn’t drawn on about nonsense and started the class with her favorite subject. His short-sleeved blue-collared shirt wrinkled with every hand gesture that he made as he tried to explain the process of how to solve the current equation that he had written on the board with brand new black erase board makers. He adjusted his tan and pale green-checkered tie regularly.
Alex once again found herself day dreaming while the class went over the quiz problems from the week before. She vaguely remembered what the mathematical statements were, but that didn’t stop her from ignoring the teacher. She had already retraced her steps and corrected her wrong answers while he had finished handing the rest of papers out. She found the usual few missing signs and a couple of wrong calculations, then rewrote the problem off to the side and fixed her error. This normally helped her, but sometimes there were equations that she couldn’t solve, but luckily, there weren’t any in this time.
She paused, listening to a random problem that he put on the board, solved it on her own then waited for Mr. Mills to give the correct answer. After confirming that she had been right she went back to watching the man and his amusing gestures and the way he talked. She concluded that he had way too much coffee that day. He had a slight accent that she couldn’t identify. She thought it was German, but his lisp got in the way for her to know if it was or not. She remembered her friend, Natasha, who had moved into her small hometown after Natasha’s dad had been transferred from Germany. Natasha had a sister that Alex wasn’t particularly fond of, but it was interesting to watch them talk to each other in their native language. Her sister didn’t stay for very long and ended up moving back with their mother.
Mr. Mills brought her out of her thoughts by declaring a short ten-minute break. She grabbed her purse and walked to the student center to get a chocolate mint espresso, as she did the class before. It was becoming a ritual for her on her breaks. She didn’t have anywhere to be and even though the Grill was open, she wasn’t hungry for their delicious foods.
When class resumed, she was sitting at her seat with the espresso next to her, waiting for it to cool as Mr. Mills rambled about papers of some sort. She found that his explanations were too long and wished that he would get to the point. Thankfully, his attention span came back to math and she became less irritated and bored. He wrote down a problem that was slightly foreign to her, but ignored the part of her brain that was telling her to pay attention and continued to daydream. She thought of the last time that she had neglected to pay attention in math class. It wasn’t a fun year for her. She had been concentrating boys rather than her studies, which was very unusual for her. She had never been noticed by the opposite sex before and at the beginning of her sophomore year, she had blossomed causing an uproar of attention. She grew accustomed to the many stares of young teenage boys after her heart had been broken and she had been deathly close to failing most of her classes. The thought of the past made her copy down the many problems that Mr. Mills had scribbled onto the board. She would solve the equation then wait for the answer before continuing onto the next.
When Mr. Mills declared a break, she decided against getting another caffeinated drink; instead she spent her twenty-minute break as an opportunity to practice her writing skills. The break didn’t seem to last as long as she had expected and she wasn’t pleased with amount of ink on her paper.
After class, she walked at her normal speed through the halls, thanking Mr. Mills silently for not making the class stay late. As she passed the four corners bookstore she had noticed someone that looked familiar, but she couldn’t tell who it was until he was closer. He was tall and slender with sandy hair and was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and Khaki shorts due to the warm weather. Her heart rate sped up from an unknown source as she received another friendly smile from him, which she returned. It felt like time had slowed down as they passed with their gazes locked until the other was no longer in sight. She wanted to turn around, curious to see if he had done so himself, but pride kept her from doing so.
“Because I have a cool ass teacher and it’s interior design. How could anything measure up to that?” she answered silently in the privacy in her own my mind.
She was thankful, however, that Mr. Mills hadn’t drawn on about nonsense and started the class with her favorite subject. His short-sleeved blue-collared shirt wrinkled with every hand gesture that he made as he tried to explain the process of how to solve the current equation that he had written on the board with brand new black erase board makers. He adjusted his tan and pale green-checkered tie regularly.
Alex once again found herself day dreaming while the class went over the quiz problems from the week before. She vaguely remembered what the mathematical statements were, but that didn’t stop her from ignoring the teacher. She had already retraced her steps and corrected her wrong answers while he had finished handing the rest of papers out. She found the usual few missing signs and a couple of wrong calculations, then rewrote the problem off to the side and fixed her error. This normally helped her, but sometimes there were equations that she couldn’t solve, but luckily, there weren’t any in this time.
She paused, listening to a random problem that he put on the board, solved it on her own then waited for Mr. Mills to give the correct answer. After confirming that she had been right she went back to watching the man and his amusing gestures and the way he talked. She concluded that he had way too much coffee that day. He had a slight accent that she couldn’t identify. She thought it was German, but his lisp got in the way for her to know if it was or not. She remembered her friend, Natasha, who had moved into her small hometown after Natasha’s dad had been transferred from Germany. Natasha had a sister that Alex wasn’t particularly fond of, but it was interesting to watch them talk to each other in their native language. Her sister didn’t stay for very long and ended up moving back with their mother.
Mr. Mills brought her out of her thoughts by declaring a short ten-minute break. She grabbed her purse and walked to the student center to get a chocolate mint espresso, as she did the class before. It was becoming a ritual for her on her breaks. She didn’t have anywhere to be and even though the Grill was open, she wasn’t hungry for their delicious foods.
When class resumed, she was sitting at her seat with the espresso next to her, waiting for it to cool as Mr. Mills rambled about papers of some sort. She found that his explanations were too long and wished that he would get to the point. Thankfully, his attention span came back to math and she became less irritated and bored. He wrote down a problem that was slightly foreign to her, but ignored the part of her brain that was telling her to pay attention and continued to daydream. She thought of the last time that she had neglected to pay attention in math class. It wasn’t a fun year for her. She had been concentrating boys rather than her studies, which was very unusual for her. She had never been noticed by the opposite sex before and at the beginning of her sophomore year, she had blossomed causing an uproar of attention. She grew accustomed to the many stares of young teenage boys after her heart had been broken and she had been deathly close to failing most of her classes. The thought of the past made her copy down the many problems that Mr. Mills had scribbled onto the board. She would solve the equation then wait for the answer before continuing onto the next.
When Mr. Mills declared a break, she decided against getting another caffeinated drink; instead she spent her twenty-minute break as an opportunity to practice her writing skills. The break didn’t seem to last as long as she had expected and she wasn’t pleased with amount of ink on her paper.
After class, she walked at her normal speed through the halls, thanking Mr. Mills silently for not making the class stay late. As she passed the four corners bookstore she had noticed someone that looked familiar, but she couldn’t tell who it was until he was closer. He was tall and slender with sandy hair and was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and Khaki shorts due to the warm weather. Her heart rate sped up from an unknown source as she received another friendly smile from him, which she returned. It felt like time had slowed down as they passed with their gazes locked until the other was no longer in sight. She wanted to turn around, curious to see if he had done so himself, but pride kept her from doing so.
