gryphonlord

Proving a theorem Is quite harder than it looks. Fucking calculus. Rubbing elbows with MBA students, pressed suits Coffee with the dean. We are now taught to Reverse what we learned in high School. Suck it, theses. Cholera, smallpox Epidemiology Syphilis, outbreaks. Sappho a woman? Why are Greek texts so cryptic. Like sex and gender.

He loved three things; His Segway, his dog The remote control airplane he used to fly candy to his friends. He hated writing essays And the still silent hours of the day Getting stuck behind old ladies with walkers on a crowded street. I still remember the clothes he wore in his coffin.

"Was Dr. Seuss an egg doctor?" I couldn't understand the resulting snickers around me, as I waited for the answer to my question. I stood in front of a table with several other kids. Sitting on the table quite peacefully was an upright poster board, on which there was picture comparing a sliced-open yellow and white hard-boiled egg, and a green-tinged egg. "There's no such thing as an egg doctor," sneered several of my classmates. "Eggs don't even need doctors, we just eat them." "What kind of a question is that?" "You must be crazy." Even at the ripe old age of 10, I was quite positive that I wasn't crazy, and that I needed and wanted an

"Let's try again…sing this back to me." I played the note on the piano again, a little harder than I'd intended. Luckily, the difference didn't seem to strike the ear of the little girl who sat next to me on the piano bench. She frowned in concentration as I let the note die out. Finally, her mouth opened and I waited. "Laaaaa?" I sighed, mentally burying my face in my hands. The childish piping was ridiculously off-tune from the note I had just played. This was turning out like all the other times. I had taken on Riley as my first student in my new career as a budding violin teacher several weeks previously. Her elder sisters, I also t