I just spent the better part of twenty minutes recalling a conversation I had with my ninth grade Geometry teacher. Eloquently - in the ways that only a ninth grade smartass can be eloquent - I explained to Mr. Kaylor that I would never, ever need to understand the difference between obtuse and acute angles and how the word "rectiliniar" did nothing but make me giggle.
In completely related news, I also just spent the last twenty minutes trapped on the stairwell holding a bed headboard.
Well played, Mr. Kaylor.
Well played.
