Ok, so. I am taking a math class a Sylvan, this place where people who need 'extra help' go to take classes. Not that I need the etra help, bu its the easiest way to get credit ever. I mean, I found out the other day there there are no 'cumulative finals' or finals of any kind! If I pass that chapter test, I'm never retested on that material. I think that's nifty. That, plus the teachers are fun because they're used to working with 'problem students', which I am not. So they treat m like an equal, and cut me even more slack. So yeah, my math 'class' rules.

This is all beside the point.

The point is that, while I was sitting there graphing quintic equations, I heard some kid at the table behind me talking. He looks and sounds like a stoner, just drawling and being a smartass. And the instructor has obviously had it up to here *gestures at some vague height* but is too tired to do anything about it any more. And I think the kid is taking remedial English or something- I dunno. Anyhoo- tired prof=1, stoner guy=2.

1- "What's this passage about?"
2- "Crack and like... how bad it is."
1- "Can you be more specific?"
2- "The effect of crack on babies." *stupid male grunty laugh*
1- *pause* "So...?"
2- "Crackbabies, I guess."
1- *sigh*
2- *pause, then, almost trying to be helpful* "The effects of babies on crack?"

I snerked so loudly... I had to write it down. And I did. There's a big grinny face next to it.

That makes me happy.