I’ve reached the intersection in my educational career and my laziness career where calculus has become a major source of procrastination.
It is a strange time in my life.
Need to clean my room? I’ll just do some calculus homework first.
Need to run errands or go get gas? No, I’ll just do some calculus.
No clean clothes? Calculus comes before laundry.
Need to do other homework? Might as well put it off by doing calculus.
Calculus is ridiculous.
Kill me now.
no but seriously.
Against Mr. Harder? Impossible.
Let’s revolt against Isaac Newton instead.
He’s much easier to disappoint.
and not do calculus.
And I’ll get to go to bed at ten.
And I won’t have homework.
And my cat won’t be grumpy.
And I’ll have the willpower to clean my room.
Maybe I’ll even knit.
And have time to read.
Please don’t talk to me about falling ladders, moving shadows, emptying balloons, filling bowls/cones, or any matter of the sort.
I just want my fun derivative problems back.
is a little bit more bearable if you listen to Rachmaninoff and pretend you’re an evil mastermind while doing it.
I’m sorry I ever doubted you.
I don’t think it’s actually supposed to make sense. It’s now used to provoke people into a murderous rage.
GTFO homework. No one even likes you.