Precalculus

Math class - contrary to the beliefs that many of the juniors and seniors alike in that class share - I really enjoy going. It's an entertaining period and hey, I'm a math geek. I sit next to this stoner kid who never does his work and although he sometimes smells putrid, he's quite hilarious while trying to communicate with OTHER stoner friend a few seats away. All while sitting in the back of the room, where alphabetic order and fate placed us all together.
During the lockdown drill, we all had to huddle together under the teacher's desk while the two kids - we'll call them Ben and Jerry, Jerry being the (slightly) more civilized one sitting beside me - goofed off. The principal guided us through the procedure over the P.A. system, but if there were really a psycho murderer in the building, we'd all have already been dead.
"God," Ben muttered, his curly ponytail slung over his shoulder. "This guy is just giving us away."
A few snickers from the girl next to me, and the two boys across from our foursome.
"The key's under the mat!" Jerry called out, which received a few more laughs from our side and a glare from the young teacher.
About halfway through, rap music from somewhere in the hall started playing.
"This is highly inappropriate," Jerry said, clearly amused.
"It's like the guy's just walking through the hallways with a boombox on his shoulders, blasting Lil' Wayne and just shooting whatever." He made a gun with his fingers and imitated (as best he could while sitting down) a jolly shooter prancing down the corridor and firing at random things. "Favorite part of the song? Gotta shoot that exit sign now! I hate this line - lemme go bust down that door."
Everybody was laughing. Our teacher was highly irritated.
Another day, they were deciding where to go for lunch. "How 'bout we go to that John's place for sandwiches?" Jerry suggested.
"Sure," his buddy replied.
"Dude, the other day, there was this gay kid working there, and he was like, 'Do you want a pickle?' and it took every ounce of strength that I had in my body to just not burst out laughing right then and there. Of course I wanted a pickle, but I couldn't say yes!" His imitation voice was hilarious. Don't get me wrong, I love the gays and am a full supporter of their rights, but it was great.
Then today in class, we were discussing a more advanced topic that, quite frankly, none of the class could really comprehend.
"Revolutions per.. what? What does that say?" Ben slammed his pencil down, muttering the words to himself.
"Revolutions per minute, but you have to turn it to radians," Jerry half-whispered-half-shouted across the room.
"THANKS, DUDE," Ben suddenly replied very loudly, then moving on to harass the kid next to him.
So I must say that math class is quite alright so far. Although the topic is kind of difficult, and sometimes they act as a distraction, they make me laugh. And you got to have at least one class like that in your schedule. There's just got to be a Ben & a Jerry in there somewhere.
Also, I hate to gush like a tween but I think one of the seniors in my class is taking somewhat of a liking to me. Every time he turns to laugh or talk to Jerry, I always see his eyes flashing to me. Maybe I'm just horrendously ugly, but he's kind of cute. He plays soccer, so that's a plus. But he's really short. Like my height. And I have a thing for tall guys - I don't really know how to explain it, but it makes me really dislike short ones. Oh well.
What was I even saying? An actual guy liking me? Yeah, right. Okay.
Until next time, oh wonderful blog.