Math Class Is Slowly Killing Me...
By scorp
FIRE IN MY HEART
PART C
The average person spends 6 months of their life waiting on a red light to turn green.
A single cloud can weigh more than 1 million pounds.
The average person walks the equivalent of three times around the world in a lifetime.
Coca-Cola would be green if coloring wasn’t added to it.
You cannot snore and dream at the same time.
The world’s oldest piece of chewing gum is over 9,000 years old!
Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn’t wear pants.
Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete.
The harder you concentrate on falling asleep, the less likely to fall asleep.
You can’t hum while holding your nose closed. Some can, but then is very faint and it comes out of your ears.
Chewing gum burns about 11 calories per hour.
Guinness Book of Records holds the record for being the book most often stolen from Public Libraries.
These are the weird random facts I gathered in the past month. And again, here I am, sitting in math class, staring at my notebook.
I looked up, then scribbled some doodles on paper as if I was taking notes.
Then it hit me.
The letter.
I completely forgot. I'm soooooo stupid.
I reached under the table, groping for the note I placed last week. I touched a piece of gum and tried not gag. Finally, I found the letter and flattened it on the table.
I peeked over my shoulder. Lilly was talking to the other girl on her right, named Olivia. I glanced impatiently at the letter:
Surprinsgly, I alright with the Title "Math Class Enterntainer". Wait, scratch that. How about "Your Ultimate Savior From The Putrid Boredom"? Off topic, but I can really make use of a Taco Bell right now. I could kill to eat a taco.
I think I just drooled on the paper.
Oh, nevermind.
Oops.
I silently laughed and wrote back:
That last part was an interesting detail.
Let's not dwell on that.
I guess I can call you "My Ultimate Savior", technically. You do waste a few minutes of Math. Not that I'm complaining here. But anyway, how's life?
I liked this note passing. If I said this, I would deliver it awkwardly. Not like this confident illusion on paper.
I'm still anonymous.
Author Notes: Thanks for reading and not cringing(hopefully)! Credit to Feminist123 for random facts!
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