Unbeknownst to them, i play peek-a-boo with my semi-attentive semi-conscious classmates- a delightfully motley bunch, while Miss Flustered and Faltering continues to slir and misspeak in the same manner that I do.
She's frumpy, i notice. Like that of a pastor's wife. White turtleneck, white tights, purple floral pull-over, matching skirt... Ghastly attire for a woman that's undoubtebly at her most nubile.
I enjoy creating line graphs. Educational connect-the-dots.
My eyes glaze over.