passing.
@eoaemi
first period, calculus. jaeho skipped it on purpose. there was a difference, a distinct line in black ink, between pretending to be dumb and actually being dumb. in the arena of mathematics, jaeho was burrowed into the latter ditch. according to his logic, he would not feel stupid if he dodged the class entirely. besides, he would never need to know how to calculate derivatives and integrals in his adult life — much less rotate a trigonometric graph around the x-axis and determine its volume.
so, he wound up in the arts wing. a printout of aemi’s schedule was saved in a folder of his memory, and her theater class should be finished any minute now. from outside, he could discern the muffled voice of the professor, nothing but shrill spikes and dramatic pauses. jaeho cringed somewhat. he would say that these classes weren’t his forte, but almost every subject made him queasy. additionally, the presence of authority rubbed him the wrong way. instead of a safety barrier, he saw it as a threat.
jaeho huffed and leaned against the wall, right beside the door. the stone was hard, and it reminded him of when he would flatten onto the ground after a sports practice. the waxed hardwood of the gym floor and rugged gravel of the track were comfortable at times like those — but this was boring. he folded his arms over his chest, idly tapping his fingers. mentally, he decided which classes to attend today. second period, sculpting, was a definite no.
