Math class. The most common boring place in the history of anything ever. I opened the door just as the bell rang and sat down in the back row next to some emo kid. I looked up at the chalk board. Yipee, we’re learning the quadratic formula!

I didn’t know what half the stuff written on the board meant. It didn’t even look like English. I spun my pencil around in my fingers as my teacher went on and on about the quadralatic equation or whatever the hell it was called. I kept looking up at the clock only to see that it had been 1:30 the entire five years I had been in here. My teachers voice faded into the background as I thought “Gosh, this is so freaking boring, I want to rip all my hair out!”

None of what she was saying made sense and I could tell everyone else in the class agreed. Except for that one smart kid who sat in the front of the class practically inhaling all of our teachers words like that emo kid was secretly inhaling his flavored air. I glanced at the clock again. 1:37. “Come on man!”