I took Math 11 twice in high school. The first time I took it, I just eeked out a pass, so I took it again the following year to improve my GPA for college. I had the same teacher both times and I can't remember his name. Mr. S-something...he told fishing stories. Generally a nice guy, but the kind of math teacher that would do an example on the board at the beginning of class and then sit in his desk the rest of the period. He would help you out if you needed it, but you went to him, not vice-versa. I think he was a little depressed. Anyway, I had this thing for a friend of mine that was in the class the second time around and was probably another reason I retook it. I sat in front of her as I remember. I should have sat beside her, now looking back on the situation - I wouldn't have got in as much trouble for talking to her that way. We were good friends...had been since the previous year, but I really dugg her. How many individuals can one person be head over heels for at one time. I set some records back then for sure. I might have had a chance with her for a window of a few weeks but I was clueless and without the adequate skills to make anything "blossom". It worked out for the best. We both now happy in our own thirty-something wedded bliss. We still talk once and awhile. And she still calls me by the same name her and her friends used for me in high school - Griffin or Grif. Funny it still feels good to be called that. Although, I wish I knew what was behind that name. It's been 13 years. Shoot.
I'm going back to technical school next year and a 13 year-old Math 11 "B" is too old to count for anything, so I'm preparing for an assessment of my long forgotten number skills. I spent the whole day today relearning algae, twig, and other spawns of the underworld. I'm going to be at it for awhile. If I were a cursing man, I'd be cursing.
Dishes and podcasts brought my stress level down thankfully, especially when I heard the tunes of a new singer-songwriter out of Nashville by the name of Kate York on Paste Magazine's Culture Club. Listen to this gem called All Dressed in You. Reminds me abit of Edie Brickell.