August- There was one thing

There was one thing that Mike liked about math that he had never tried to explain to anyone before since he did not want to come across as a geek. But he liked math (especially when they worked out the way they're suppose to). He liked the neat rows of numbers and figures and especially the equal and inequality signs. Those established relationship between all the other figures and, if you did the steps just right, if you applied the rules according to the rules, the problem would be solved. It's simplicity in itself, by an odd definition which Mike would rather die than explain, especially to the regarded nerds in his classes.

You see, math, if done correctly, can be solved. Life can seldom be solved as easily.



"No, mother," said Zach patiently into the phone. "I don't need a ride home today. Yesterday's Saturday, you've visited, today's Sunday and there're classes tomorrow. I don't think I should go home today. "

There was a pause at the other end of the line.

"I see," said Zach's mother with just a hint of hurt. "You're prepared to LEAVE completely already."

Zach swallowed his own offense and sighed. Parents. If they would find a better way to get their kids to do stuff, they wouldn't rely on guilt half as much. So it goes.




Three boys, all alike in destiny;

In a Far Away College, where we take our scene....

School had started and soon the three each established their own residence within the campus, each in a different hall, with a different roommate and a different declared major. It was completely normal, the course of the events, and the three separate lives could see ahead with no more forbearance than what humans normally possessed. And yet...
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It's less of masochistic tendency than self-understanding, Lucy. I honestly can concentrate better at 8AM than at, say 1PM. It's also necessary, most of my GE classes (that I still need to take) are taken already and I wasn't too patient when I was picking my classes. =p