2018 Dec 18

5 minutes: Chewed, thought, saved.

I stuck it under my desk. It wasn't like the old days. You weren't supposed to do that then.

We had special desks now. Specifically designed to do just that, to save these things under there. Preserve their flavor and their information for when we would need them again. The top of the desk displayed a map for each piece that we kept underneath, so we could find it if we needed a refresher.

We were having math that day. The teacher rolled in a cart filled with advanced calculus, featured in four different flavors.

I had hoped one would be mango but no such luck. I wasn't happy. Why do they always give us the most boring flavors? My parents could never understand just how tedious chewing calculus was.

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