Today, my math class seemed to last about 2 billion hours, which is nothing new, but yesterday it flew by in about 5 minutes.
Granted, today we were taking notes about the worlds most boring and useless formulas while yesterday we were taking a semi-important quiz.
Which brings up the question of why our brains work that way. I mean obviously my math class isn’t in some sort of anomalous area that warps the time-space continuum or something (though that would explain a lot) so why is it that it is the longest part of my day? All my other classes are the same amount of time, and we actually do more in my English and Chinese classes than we do in math– yet that’s the class that never ends.
I suppose at this point I should probably refer to the quote “time flies when you’re having fun” but it’s not like my Econ class is fun either. Though I suppose the reverse is also true. There should be some sort of quote for the opposite effect, like “time drags it’s feet in the dirt when you are miserable” or even just something pertaining solely to math: “the time flow in math class will always screw you over.” That would work just fine.
~Courtney