spoonful of grace footnotes in the life of a teenager with a helluva lot of spunk, and only a spoonful of grace

Note to public: DO NOT TEACH CALCULUS TO HIGHSCHOOLERS IF YOU'RE EXTREMELY DYSLEXIC.

I swear I learn nothing because he says one thing, writes something else, and then get another weird answer in the next step. After six minutes of us trying to explain to him that hello, you wrote something ridiculously random (e.g. the time he meant to write 25,000 and wrote 180), he goes "oh yeah. it's just one of those days." EXCEPT IT'S ONE OF THOSE DAYS EVERYDAYYYY.

But he is also very easy to distract, which is great in a math teacher when you hate math. :) The other day we got him to talk about food.

Class: What's your favorite fast food place?
Teacher: Taco Bell
Class: What? Ew
Teacher: I like it haha, but sometimes you know I'm craving Checker's and sometimes I'm craving Wendy's
Class: Yeah okay
Teacher: Sometimes, when I want to eat healthy, I go to Chik-Fil-A.

hahahah. what.


marissa erin