Gary’s hair stuck straight up,
spiked into anime-style points.
“I had a test today,” he said,
“and for some reason,
when I take tests,
I mess up my hair
without realizing it.”
I smoothed his hair back down,
and he kept talking, a smile on his face.
“I was tearing myself up over one
stupid problem. I hate word problems.
We’re never going to use matrices
to calculate the price of bread
in real life. In real life, we’re
going to bug the heck out of a cashier
until we get it for free.”