Mathematics Peacefully, Working On An Assignment For My Math

The familiar aroma of coffee fills the air as I enter the not so common area. I feel very bewildered in the labyrinth of hallways searching for my classroom just like I had stepped into corn maze as a child. At last, I locate the secluded room tucked away inside the massive building. Even though the number on the door matches the number on my schedule I am still second guessing if I am in the right place. The door opened up as students poured out. Finally, I took my seat at the back, trying my hardest to sit down unnoticed. My hands were shaking as I wrote the class name at the top of my paper. After what seemed like ages the professor proceeded to

The average number of breakdowns from the simulation trials was 1.93 with a standard deviation of 0.20. No. of breakdowns per week

I was able to keep my composure and not use force. It took a lot of perseverance, but I did not desert her to get someone for help because I knew that I could not leave Tiffany alone in the hallway while she was angered. I did not leave her to ask somebody for help. Although I had become timorous as a result of the unexpected aggression, after a long struggle, I managed to return Tiffany to her classroom calmly. I then reported what had happened to her

When I rang the doorbell at 8:45 AM, Julie Faulk came down the stairs and opened the door, letting me know that we were the earliest in the office. The steep, carpeted stairs lead me up into Bitch’s lending library

“Easy for you to say, all you do are glue gems to Cloths and recite Laws.”

“Eh, anywhere is fine as long as it’s a place you know I don’t like.” We both laughed.

She lays there holding her head in pain, Her eyes wide open, fear covering her features. Time flies by and suddenly minutes later she slowly and

Looking around, I see an empty bed roll. "It seems as though she didn't want to stay. I don't blame her, we only just met." I try

“Ouch!” I scream as I cradle my hands over my eye. “Cease fire, cease fire! Girl down over here!”

Today , Professor Lanzi's class is even less joyful than usual. I can’t tear my gaze from the empty desk of my friend Stefania, that dear friend with the dark, straight hair. I can’t understand what happened that

One casual Wednesday afternoon, I was back in 5th period with Mrs. Zombottle just reading away in my wonderful mystery book. She came up to me in a quiet fashion, “Are you busy?”

On a Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in the library, exhausted with two textbooks laying on the desk, unopened. Evidently, I was not doing anything productive because I could not bring myself to open my textbooks and review for my two tests tomorrow. Ten minutes passed by and I decided I needed to walk around to clear my mind before I dive into my studies. As time passed by, I continued to roam the second floor of the library and down the stairs to the first floor of the library. I wandered over to the research center of the library and walked up and down the aisles until I stumbled over a

The steel door opens, extending it’s automatic arm. Walking into a well-lit lobby she takes off her coat and places it on a rack. Moving across the arching shelves of books, she scans the hallway for anything new. Mumbling under her breath, “I wish someone would actually try to get new books,” The woman goes to the front desk. A young blonde teen sits in a blue chair daydreaming.

She sits on the armrest of her wine-stained couch, then falls backward with a cushioned thud. Her thick, kinky hair lays splayed under her. Her large, veiny hands lift up to her tear-soaked face, covering her eyes. She sighs aloud summoning her roommates’ attention.

“Yes, of course, I 'm listening.” Pins and needles prickle at my hands as the blood returns. I massage them together to ease the pain.