This all happened my senior year of high school.
There I sat, bored and mentally tortured in the pits of Ms. White’s math class, looking out the window at the clouds and obliviously fidgeting with my pencil, while the rest of the class slowly but surely built their mathematical knowledge. Regardless of the fact that my athletic eligibility was at stake, I just could not bring myself to pay attention to the seemingly meaningless numbers and symbols on the board.
“Mr. Jones,” Ms. White suddenly said, as my head nervously snapped to attention, “Have you paid attention to a single thing I’ve said today?”
It was rather obvious to the class that I hadn’t, so before I even had a chance to answer, a small wave of laughter flowed through the room.
“See me after class,” she said without further discussion, and continued with her lecture.
I tried to pay attention after that, especially to avoid any further embarrassment at the hands of Ms. White. (more…)