I was pretty lazy kid in school. I was bored to death, specially, when the math
professor began to teach us the function from algebra. I don’t know the kind, how he
tried to teach us, was pretty seldom. Couple other students were the same feeling. We
stuck around and spend our time to get rid of it; so to say we ignored everything in the
class including the algebra. Time after time, the class developed it self in higher level
by the mathematics, but I was still the same guy; nothing, nothing sparked my interest.
I wasn’t bad kid in school at al, therefore you could check my school reports, which
I’m personally proud of I, but on that time it was something else developing in me and
my mind was wandering all the time. I understood the logical of algebra, but how he \
tried to teach us was pretty seldom. It was every time the case that I must be fascinated
by some theme hundred percent, then I could get everything in one line. So to say I
most am on the edge of my seat and only then, but by that teacher it was ones in a blue
moon, what a drag, Some times. My father, the master of every thing that I know,
watched my seldom attitude in background it downed on him what was bothering his
son, but it was something else developing in me and I was fooling around with my
mind somewhere else, and not in the class. Later, will everybody know, how awful I
am, I told to my self. Soon, it will stick out everywhere that I am a bad student and
that was correct, by algebras final test I bombed. It comes to; that I must reaped the
math in the school vacation time. "No way goes around my son buckle up you have
to", sad my father and I took him up it, but it was something else developing in me,
some thing else was sparkling my interest. Her name was Pary.
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