Bridie’s two classes outside of the Special Ed wing were PE and Cooking. People were talking somewhere in the distance right next to her and she was sourly musing on how embarassing it was to, like, have to wander through the Special Ed halls. Never too many people there so she always felt awkwardly stand out whenever she was wheeling her favorite brown backpack to and from class. Backpack? Backpack... Other people called it a ‘roller’. People were still talking and Bridie began to tune them in bit by bit, straining to slowly readjust her focus.
“-... Mr. Philip’s fault, fucking swear to god.”
“He is so damn lazy with updating his shit on Portal, how was I supposed to know-...?”
Oh, maybe it was both a regular backpack and a roller since it still had straps if she wanted to… Do the whole carrying thing. The others continued to complain about Math teachers. Bridie was still tuning, she contemplated as she thought about her own thinking… cool how that could be a thing. The door to the Study Hall room opened, a poster of really difficult looking math equations and assorted triangles rustled. Bridie thought, to herself, that she didn’t think Mr. Phillips was so bad. Easy on the eyes, soft spoken, upstanding citizen sort… Phillip… Phillips, uh, which one was it again? Maybe she’d mistaken the plural form.
A chair across from her rustled, but Bridie’s head remained tilted upward.
“... Anyways, shut up. I’ll text you the details for the party later.”
Bridie looked down again, finished drinking in the conversation just in time for it to end. Better late than never! Someone was sitting across from her now. Probably the case, right, with the chair scraping around and all. She drunk in details for a moment, thoughtfully obviously chewing on her bottom lip as gears in her head serenely tumbled. Strong jaw, scruffy sort of haircut like he belonged on an album cover with a guitar. Wait. He was kind of cute? Bridie inhaled, a slow inflating of her lungs. Smelled acrid sweet. The innards of her nose tickled like she was going to sneeze. Her heart beat a little faster. Allergy?
Nope, crush. Definitely a crush, this was exactly how Bridie imagined it had to feel and she’d felt stuff just this exhilarating before and… All that, yeah.
Gifted with awareness Bridie’s hand began to tremble, soundlessly drumming over the wood of the table. Unintended, but welcome. She heard her wedding vows resounding somewhere in an otherwise empty head. Oh, but she didn’t have a lot to go for with those, right? ‘I knew I loved you from the first time I imagined how your unshaven face would feel gently caressing over my palm?’ Somehow that didn’t seem poetic. Or maybe it was? Bridie didn’t really get how that whole poetry thing worked, though she guessed it was kind of like song lyrics when they were sung so sweetly like the heart of an earnest girl electrified, beating in fluttering leaps against the bars of its rib cage. Something like that.
He was looking. Wait... Wait! He was looking- specifically, at her! His eyes meeting her own. His eyes brown, simple, understated. Bridie didn’t really process further than that, no need, no point, probably not much brain to work with anyways.
She offered a coy smile and a bold wave.
“Hey! My name’s Bridie.”
ㅤPeriod 4 Remedial Math (NOTES PAGE 3)
x⁴ + 5x³ㅤx⁴ + 5x³ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‡‡
x³ - 25x = x³ - 25x
x⁴ + 5x³ wrong
x³ - 25x
remember buy eggsㅤx³(x+5)ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤxx0x‡‡
x³ / x = QUOTIENT RULE
x - 5ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmr. phillips = phillip phillips
logs are inverses of exponentsㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdancing for little rain girl
+ because of this terms go from 1 to otherㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤby the drain
x = y
y = bˣ =ㅤㅤ
log b(ʸ) = xㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlike the sun like the sea
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤher eyes and mine we meet
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤb♭ / e ??
'we will pick up tomorrow' - phillips 2017
1 2 and 3 1 2 and 3
so̧҉ǵ̴̛͞͞ for͠͝͏ ͞͏́b̸̡͝r͏͜͟͞͝ḑ͞҉i̵͘͟͞͡éㅤㅤ
six heartstrings and a lonely tune
D♯ -> D?C?
six heartstrings ONE SLURㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdrum pattern?
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