Blah.
I do not feel like doing my research paper today, but I know when I get it done I can rest easy. It's an easy topic, but he's being very particular about citing. It's probably for my own good. I need to get my printer/scanner up and running.
Which means I need to clean my room.
Which then means I need to do my laundry.
And thus I will probably not have time tonight to work on my research paper.
It all comes around full circle.
Sigh. Time to go take ANOTHER music test. Why was I such a fool to schedule back-to-back classes where the syllabus is identical???
Bye-bye.
4.02.2009
4.01.2009
Parting is such sweet sorrow...
It's been a long road for you and I, SP-ED math...
We've worked through some tough homework together, and most of the time we fought until I couldn't even stand to look at it. So complex, so variable... why can't you always be true for me? Sometimes, I got bored with you, oh SP-ED math, constantly rambling on with your polynomial-nonsensicalness. Other times, you thrilled me and I enjoyed spending hours with you alone in my room. I couldn't always quite figure you out, SP-ED math, though I knew it would only be a matter of time until you opened yourself up to me.
Our time apart while I was away was good for us, I think. I could re-evaluate what I'd come to know and love about you, and appreciate you for what you truly were. Sure, you were always questioning me, but who was there to answer you each and everytime - I was. Yes, indeed, you were challenging to me, hard to get, a tease, but finally I made you a part of me...
SP-ED math, what we had was a truly beautiful thing, but our affair was only for a quarter of the semester; we both knew it couldn't last. You and I have been there before, we said we could leave each other alone before Christmas, but you weren't quite done with me yet, and I had to see if there was more there than what was.
I'm glad that we tried again, SP-ED math. It was great getting to know even more about you, and a little part of you will always live on inside me. Whenever I see a cursive "x" or function, know that I am thinking of you.
Good-bye is always hard to say, but we can't live in the past forever. I am moving on to bigger and better things: college algebra, geometry, triginometry. Perhaps, one day I will find Mr. Calculus? No, we both know that certain dreams will just never come true...
You'll find another, darling SP-ED math, I am sure of it, and it will be just as thrilling and passionate as before. There are always more fish in the sea, more dumbasses on campus, all waiting to find someone like you.
I will keep all the quizzes and homework that you gave me as a token of our love, and I could never part with my textbook (with the "sentimental value" of $156.00).
Before I change my mind, SP-ED math, I must let you go. I must leave, and you must get over me! This B+ I hold in my hand has opened my eyes to the fact that we've reached the end of our time... goodbye, my darling... remember me...
We've worked through some tough homework together, and most of the time we fought until I couldn't even stand to look at it. So complex, so variable... why can't you always be true for me? Sometimes, I got bored with you, oh SP-ED math, constantly rambling on with your polynomial-nonsensicalness. Other times, you thrilled me and I enjoyed spending hours with you alone in my room. I couldn't always quite figure you out, SP-ED math, though I knew it would only be a matter of time until you opened yourself up to me.
Our time apart while I was away was good for us, I think. I could re-evaluate what I'd come to know and love about you, and appreciate you for what you truly were. Sure, you were always questioning me, but who was there to answer you each and everytime - I was. Yes, indeed, you were challenging to me, hard to get, a tease, but finally I made you a part of me...
SP-ED math, what we had was a truly beautiful thing, but our affair was only for a quarter of the semester; we both knew it couldn't last. You and I have been there before, we said we could leave each other alone before Christmas, but you weren't quite done with me yet, and I had to see if there was more there than what was.
I'm glad that we tried again, SP-ED math. It was great getting to know even more about you, and a little part of you will always live on inside me. Whenever I see a cursive "x" or function, know that I am thinking of you.
Good-bye is always hard to say, but we can't live in the past forever. I am moving on to bigger and better things: college algebra, geometry, triginometry. Perhaps, one day I will find Mr. Calculus? No, we both know that certain dreams will just never come true...
You'll find another, darling SP-ED math, I am sure of it, and it will be just as thrilling and passionate as before. There are always more fish in the sea, more dumbasses on campus, all waiting to find someone like you.
I will keep all the quizzes and homework that you gave me as a token of our love, and I could never part with my textbook (with the "sentimental value" of $156.00).
Before I change my mind, SP-ED math, I must let you go. I must leave, and you must get over me! This B+ I hold in my hand has opened my eyes to the fact that we've reached the end of our time... goodbye, my darling... remember me...
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