He colonized my mind with the graphed equations that still plague me when I get interested in a beautiful woman. I can still hear him in my head saying “Trigg, if you’d do your homework you’d ace this class.”
For three solid years I went to class every day, mostly daydreamed, did no homework and got good solid Cs because I always passed the quizzes and he did not grade homework. I saw no reason to do the homework if it did not count in my grade. I had already started dickering with the Time Bank. I’m not a bit sorry. I love those Cs. I am still proud of them.
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