I sit at a table with girls who I am kind of friends with, and open my textbook. The thing that is always awkward about math class is that these two girls are best friends, and as they talk on and on about Taylor Swift's new album and bicker about the littlest things, I am just sitting there trying (and failing) to get any work done. It's not their fault, honestly. I just don't have the best math class.
Finally, these two girls disappear into the hallway for whatever reason, and I am left alone to do my work in peace. Of course, it's nine in the morning and, after being rudely awakened at 5:45 to take a shower, I am so exhausted I just about can't think. I ultimately end up staring at one problem so long that my vision blurs over, the systems of equations and x/y intercepts blending together into nothingness.
Finally, these two girls disappear into the hallway for whatever reason, and I am left alone to do my work in peace. Of course, it's nine in the morning and, after being rudely awakened at 5:45 to take a shower, I am so exhausted I just about can't think. I ultimately end up staring at one problem so long that my vision blurs over, the systems of equations and x/y intercepts blending together into nothingness.