starpower ━ [south park]

11. almost impossible

9:35 am, monday, 2007

god, i hate math so much.

Y/n thought to herself ever so absentmindedly, dragging her graphite pencil along the faint blue line printed in her college ruled notebook, scribbling random shapes.

she had tuned out Ms. Choksondik as soon as class had started; she was almost relentless, rambling on about some unnecessarily long mathematical equation Y/n didn't even want to pretend she understood.

having math first period of the day rang unlucky for Y/n. there was nothing more she'd hate than having to come into school & work front & back on a page of lengthy math problems. not to mention Ms. Choksondik wasted no time getting to the crux of this semesters lessons.
typically, teachers spent the first week getting their classes familiar with each other & explaining this years syllabus. but not her; as soon as the final bell rung she was already scratching the days agenda on the board in white chalk.

Y/n let out a soft sigh, resting her head in the dip of her palm. a sense of lethargy was starting to creep up on her, & she tried her best to fight it off.
it'd be easier if she was allowed to wear headphones in class. but Choksondik being the absolute buzz kill she is, made everyone surrender their electronics in a plastic basket sat atop her desk— unfunnily named 'cell phone jail.'

she should've expected as such.
Y/n knew the first week of school meant most faculty would be on their high horse, readily prepared to argue with their students about why they couldn't go to the bathroom & how dressing to school in shorts is against dress code.

she couldn't wait for a month from now, when every adult here would be already too fed up to care about school policy— when she would finally be able to wear her headphones mid lecture.
but until then, she'd just have to tough it out.

luckily for Y/n, she didn't have a hard time drifting off into her own world.

as the last few minutes of the class ticked off the wall, she lifted her head from her messily scribbled-in notebook to look around her class.
she didn't see too many familiar faces, which was probably for the best. any distractions & she might not even pass the class; & god knows she's everything but naturally good at math.

she knew Henrietta, some goth chick she hadn't had too many conversations with. they had more classes together in middle school, but eventually stopped talking all together. there wasn't any harsh feelings between them, as far as Y/n knew, but neither of them made any effort to converse with one another.

& then there was Pete, Henrietta's friend. she never saw him around too often, & hasn't talked to him in a while either. they weren't ever really friends; the only reason they knew about each other was because Henrietta introduced her once. but beyond that, they were completely indifferent to each other.