So… Funny story to get to know more about me. This typewriter business started in Economics when Jazzy (Jasmine) and I were speaking about my Statistics homework (shut up! we are teenagers and we get distracted!). Jazzy is my personal stats tutor because I am the only stats student in my math support class (well, there’s Anders but he doesn’t count. He takes stats online and he’s like RARELY in class). Anyway, a brief summary of events follows this colon:
So I said to Jazzy in econ, “Danggit! I have stats homework to do!”
‘I can help you.’
“It’s not that I need help, it’s that I need to do it.”
‘I can help you with that!’
“You don’t write like me.”
‘Well… Trace paper! Write out all the letters of the alphabet and I’ll trace ‘em.’
“Good idea but we’re working with numbers.”
*she shifts her eyes* ‘Write out the numbers! Then *she makes a fliping noise and flips her hands over* OH NO! THEY ARE BACKWARDS! Hmm… *she thinks* I got it! write them all out, I will put them on stamps, make them small enough, and put them in a typewriter. It shall be the Kyriè Typewriter!’
Yeah… you should see what we were talking about before this! *took from my tweets*
We have to sign into class to show we were there…:
“just signed into class… made my name fancy… thought i was giving out am autograph. *headdesk*”
“AN autograph *headdesk* RT @KyrieDavenport just signed into class… made my name fancy… thought i was giving out am autograph. *headdesk*”
Didn’t QUITE understand what teacher was saying so this resulted:
“all this economics is going in one ear and out the other nose!”
Jazzy had moved her desk close to mine so I could use her book since I didn’t bring mine. At break, I needed to get out to go throw away the apple I finished… Jazzy got up to scrounge through her backpack just as I was about to ask her to move so I bolted for the trash can! Tossed the apple core, turned around to see Jazzy making her way over, so I ran over to block HER way! I did quite an impressive show of body guard to the trash can but then she made it around me and tossed her trash. We raced back to the desks…:
“killed my knee racing my friend from the trash can to our desks… I feel like an idiot running in a college class but OH WELL its FUN!
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THEN, Jazzy was getting more and more mad that she forgot the homework questions so decided to look at my packet for the questions:
“Stealing my answers?” -Me “No, your questions.” -Jazzy “THAT’S a new one!” -Me
And apparently Quinto is taking over the world…?
@ZacharyQuinto I shall join in on the world domination! ^_^