Written on the back of my maths quiz while I was waiting for everyone to finish. Calculus boy is the little flashing dot on your graphing calculators :).
Calculus Boy’s Very Bad School Day
Once upon a time there was a very sick boy. This boy’s name was Calculus boy. Calculus boy didn’t know what to do, he had two quizzes in calculus this week and two tests elsewhere. He was faced with a choice between taking the quizzes and tests and probably do poorly on them due to his massive headache, or he could stay home to rest, thus receiving a less than satisfactory grade in multiple classes. “Blast you, grades!” Calculus boy cursed at the air. Calculus boy’s mother told him doing calculus would certainly make him feel better. Alas, she was wrong. Calculus boy went to class and failed his quizzes, scored the worst he’d ever done on a psychology test, and then went home feeling more miserable than he had at the day’s beginning. “Looks like you were right,” Calculus boy moaned as he slumped into his room. “Going to school didn’t make me feel better,” he groaned, positive that his parents really meant him the opposite of whatever they told him.
Calculus boy’s mother walked away from Calculus boy’s bedroom door and into the kitchen. She placed her palms face down on the table and repeated the phrase in a hushed and solemn whisper.
“Blast you, grades!”
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