Recording Down My Mind
On a sunny spring day, during the lunch break, we were playing football in the schoolyard and got scolded by the vice principal. That evening, our last two classes were geometry. Our teacher was explaining Euclidean relations, repeatedly stating the formulas for us to write down and emphasizing how important it was to take notes. While loudly and clearly repeating the formulas, he made eye contact with me, saw that I wasn’t taking notes, and, with a slight hint of frustration, continued the lesson. ...