Precal class, 10am, students are lethargic and less than enthusiastic about the upcoming test on Trig material that they have all forgotten. Ashley is sitting in her seat, drumming on her book with a pencil eraser and picking the last few grains of sand out of her hair. She is pouting heavilly.
Stoner-surfer-B-name sits in front of her one seat diagonally and wears orange crocs and board shorts every single day. Ashley has been known to stare blanking at his shoes while wishing her coffee cup was full, as if the shoes were small foam coffee genies.
Brad/bert/brandon’s mouth must be awfully dry, as its been hanging open for the past hour. The instructor keeps asking questions. The half of the class that knows the answer doesn’t care enough to say it; the half of the class that doesn’t squints hard at her, like the solution is on her face but just too far away to read. For a moment, Ash’s brain checks in to make sure they aren’t talking about anything cool, just in time to hear:
“What’s the graph of sine look like?”
Brad/brandon/bob sits straight up, throws his hand in the air, and yells, “OH! UP AND DOWN!”.
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And with this I completely lost my shit.
I was laughing so hard I had tears rolling down my cheeks and had to leave for five minutes to collect myself.
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