Calculus. My teeth know more about it. And they do. After scribbling a value approaching infinity of question marks next to admittedly impressive, less universally known symbols, I paroled myself from it to integrate more into this neverending equation.
Classes in this linear math science are stirring simply from the vocabulary used to relate the ideas. 'Infinity,' 'negative infinity,' 'undefined,' and 'higher power,' are spoken from a rich male voice reminicient of the narration of a highly intriguing educational video. Lead breaks and smears with sweat from my palm in the fury, to keep pace with the instruction. The approach as a student to take is simply, 'if at first you don't understand, keep writing.'
Reasoning the standard starfield simulation screensaver the least distracting as I manipulated variables, I'd come to a failed solution and stare into the generally accepted, though improbable, visualization of future space travel. The shaded florescent blub from above caught the great amount of dust clinging to the outer membrane of the screen. My eyes focused on it, then the white pixels zipping past. The dust particles became the backround as stationary, faint stars. They were the worlds too far to have passing perspective.
I was held, contemplating the scene. I searched for the one miniscule duststar at the center of the screen, the ultimate destination for which this power conservation program was navigating.
George K. George, shall I compare thee to a tool? To explore a relevant metaphor, take the pencil. With plenty of time to sharpen it, it makes a pleasing mark. With returning to engineering school, I fear my social implement will dull with time. Further on, it may lose its lead completely, and make impressions only by its horrible bluntness. To reclude seems the best protection for all on the page. Installments may, and have, become deliquent on the plot sickens with constant regret to the de nada girl.
Into my second year in Milwaukee, I've shown myself in the last week point five just what I learned last year about such a place. Street dwellers are easily managed. Approximate pedestrian travel time is easily estimated. The US Bank building is the slickers' Polaris. And there's a quiz about once a week. Just as ongoing is the (Oh, yeah.) academic aspect of living here. Although I can see the Starbucks around the corner from where the record store is situated at a distance of several blocks, I can't see the star at the center of the screen, that holds the bucks, from where I sit at my desk.
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