"There's no reason to stereotype yourself. Doing math is like going to the gym - it's a workout for your brain and it makes you smarter." A quote Malcolm's father used far too often as he would ask his son what he is in school. A nerd or a Jock. To Malcolm that never mattered, he was him and that was that. Yet, his father would be a hypocrite and say stuff like that. Malcolm got to school early every single day. He'd get there and have an hour to do whatever he wants. He'd usually just go see the Coach and then head to Math class. Well, it was more of an advance placement math class, though he still got nearly perfect grades with the minus of a few homework assignments.
Today, Malcolm had a math test. So, he went and sat in the back of the class, as he always does, by his football buddies and sat back in his chair. He looked around and the math teacher was at her desk, not even looking over the class. She was probably fed up with all this nonsense and doesn't even give a fuck what the class is doing no more. So, as his football buddies talked in loud obnoxious voices about one of three things - either (1)girls asses, (2)girls boobs, or (3)t-bagging someone - Malcolm logged in to CHAT. CHAT, that's where he believes his real friends are.
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Salutations my good friends :) not much goin on here just math class :P anyways @PatchesMcGoo I'd bring you a snack. What you want? A cookie? Haha :) I really would though but I can't cook worth shit. & @ThatOneOddBall I think that's cool your a wiccan. So, you can like do...spells & stuff o_o that's so cool!