Post by ANA MARÍA CAMPOS HERNÁNDEZ on Sept 20, 2012 23:52:45 GMT -5
Ana María groaned in frustration as she tossed her pencil to the side and laid her head down in defeat. It was afternoon, well past the time a normal person would spend in a enclosed classroom. A cup of coffee, hair tied in a messy ponytail, and notebooks filled with scribblings here and there that almost made it impossible to read the contents, were all part of the atmosphere that surrounded that girl on that particular afternoon. How long had she been there? The question remained unanswered. Unable to really, just like the ones that laid before her, being crushed by the impact of her face against the paper.
It was highly uncharacteristically that the girl with the chocolate brown eyes, be spending a sunny afternoon trapped inside equations and papers, and numerous babble about letters and signs. She wasn't one to sit still for a prolonged period of time, nor was she the sort of person to do classwork or homework, if she were to be honest. Actually, she wasn't sure why she was even here. Why bother when it was clear it made no difference? Wether she did it or not, the result ended in the same. Nothing.
Ana María didn't know if her lack of efficiency in the assignment was because she had slept through class or missed the class entirely. She could begin to hear the sound of her father's scowls, in the back of her head, demanding obedience. The junior felt like tearing all these papers and throwing them out the window, along with the textbooks and probably the cup of coffee and everything that was in sight that she could manage to lift. "A la chingada con todo." She would scream. Except, Ana María was too proud to admit defeat. Which was the only reason why she slowly lifted her head and blinked twice as she stared down once more at the paper.
She would've sworn she was good in math. It was the only subject that came naturally to her. The one in which she didn't have to try to hard to get a decent good grade. She thought numbers made sense to her. Looking at the white board, she made more sense out of a simple or complex equation than of real life issues. But this was not math, at least, not a whole. It was Physics, and with Physics she never got along. It was funny how she could be Acing math and be failing Physics. If it's the same thing! Her teachers would constantly repeat in a manner of pure annoyance. No, it is not. Because one is the core and the other is applied. It's not the same teaching someone how to drive and then have them go unto the street.
But they were right at some extent. They were roughly the same. Ana María took a deep breath as she picked up her pencil and tried to read the passage. A car starts from rest and accelerates uniformly over a time of 5.21 seconds for a distance of 110 m. Determine the acceleration of the car. What? Who cares what's the acceleration? If you were to accelerate to such velocity and under such a small amount of time, then something is far more important that the acceleration of the car. It could be you're driving someone to the hospital, or you're late for school, or a sale at shoe department just broke out.
No one cares about the acceleration of the car. And she tossed the pencil again. Someone should at least congratulate her, she was taking the time.
It was highly uncharacteristically that the girl with the chocolate brown eyes, be spending a sunny afternoon trapped inside equations and papers, and numerous babble about letters and signs. She wasn't one to sit still for a prolonged period of time, nor was she the sort of person to do classwork or homework, if she were to be honest. Actually, she wasn't sure why she was even here. Why bother when it was clear it made no difference? Wether she did it or not, the result ended in the same. Nothing.
Ana María didn't know if her lack of efficiency in the assignment was because she had slept through class or missed the class entirely. She could begin to hear the sound of her father's scowls, in the back of her head, demanding obedience. The junior felt like tearing all these papers and throwing them out the window, along with the textbooks and probably the cup of coffee and everything that was in sight that she could manage to lift. "A la chingada con todo." She would scream. Except, Ana María was too proud to admit defeat. Which was the only reason why she slowly lifted her head and blinked twice as she stared down once more at the paper.
She would've sworn she was good in math. It was the only subject that came naturally to her. The one in which she didn't have to try to hard to get a decent good grade. She thought numbers made sense to her. Looking at the white board, she made more sense out of a simple or complex equation than of real life issues. But this was not math, at least, not a whole. It was Physics, and with Physics she never got along. It was funny how she could be Acing math and be failing Physics. If it's the same thing! Her teachers would constantly repeat in a manner of pure annoyance. No, it is not. Because one is the core and the other is applied. It's not the same teaching someone how to drive and then have them go unto the street.
But they were right at some extent. They were roughly the same. Ana María took a deep breath as she picked up her pencil and tried to read the passage. A car starts from rest and accelerates uniformly over a time of 5.21 seconds for a distance of 110 m. Determine the acceleration of the car. What? Who cares what's the acceleration? If you were to accelerate to such velocity and under such a small amount of time, then something is far more important that the acceleration of the car. It could be you're driving someone to the hospital, or you're late for school, or a sale at shoe department just broke out.
No one cares about the acceleration of the car. And she tossed the pencil again. Someone should at least congratulate her, she was taking the time.