It was math class.
A world entirely unto itself, but nevertheless a perfect magnification of what the general society behaves like.
There are laws that are both unnecessary and necessary which applies in this class, though of which their existence are unnoticed by both teacher and students, due to the extent of Math's immense capabilities to engage their fullest attention, one of which I had long spared myself from during those dull afternoons, for while it is very agreeable that the various challenges polynomial questions and factorial problems are able to post exciting challenges to the curious mind, I still find the behavioural patterns of a the people in my math class,
-my over dliligent teacher who creases her brow throughout lessons in attempt to solve mind exploding Math problems, my friends who in their large group of 35 who seemed to portray the societal patterns and vivid politics even in between lessons by acts as simple as avoiding your accidental gaze or the fact that there were gangs and heated gossips regarding the impertinent manner in which you talked,
the fact that the whole of Mathematics Extension 1 was in itself, a mini and typical society in the real world, the fact that it is a live specimen as if a frog, ready for my curious hands to cleave apart its abdomenal skin in order that I may learn from its gory depths, its still beating heart, and understand it the better -
seemed more tempting than Mathematics Extension 1.
I make brilliant discoveries, just sitting there, in the front row's seat reserved for myself, pretending to listen fully upon the expounding of the latest chapter in binomials while in fact my attention is equally divided, as with all times during all these lessons, between the teacher's diligent endeavours to mathematically enlighten my brain cells, and the worldly ongoings in the classroom.
Discovery 1:
To live in a world of swirls and twirls, where, only by twirling around the classroom in large graceful bodily archs, or swirling the many unnamed hairs of your head all over your dully breathtaking face, can you thence win wandering eyes in a crowded room.
To live in such a world, where the beauty of a woman is accessed by the lame general, by how well she sells herself in girly gestures, unnecessarily high pitched giggles or shamelessly flaunting feminine parts in public with improper movements and conduct.
To live in a world such as this, alienates me, completely.
But that (alienation) is merely a physical effect, an observation. The inner effect? The feelings it inspired?? A mocking sorrow or intense grief? Just as a cheerful waitress, whose cheerful nature is limited by her timely pay will ask you, "Coffee or tea?"
If you are indulging in neither thirst nor a malicious addiction to caffeine, you will decline both. Therefore, just as I am feeling neither the urge to sympathize for women who will never endeavour to flaunt their feminisms in extremity to the public, nor am I feeling the need to savour jealousy simply because of my unwillingness or cowardice to do so, I decline both grief and sorrow, both mocked and intense.
I shall order instead, sky juice, iced, in response towards the ill natured way in which the general public accesses the beauty of a woman merely by provocative acts of bodily movements meant to induce lust. I will order sky juice, iced, because the way the lame general accesses beauty, irritates me to the edge of infinite chasms and soured cold, such that I must shiver my lips and wriggle every tip of my fingers and toes.
7thOctober2009 "Extracted from the Big Black Book(Sinless Diaries)"(disclaimer : No intention was found to portray any subjects in the writing in an illy unfavourable light, nor any phrasal description associated with a specifc indication to a specific individual who has attended the class.)
