Geometry

"Angle 1 is complementary to Angle 2, and Angle 2 is supplementary to Angle 3. (Complementary means the two angles equal 90 and Supplementary means the two angles equal 180). If Angle 1 equals 80, find Angles 2 & 3." With all that, it seems pretty simple, right? You wouldn't have to ask someone how to do it when you did it in class a dozen times about a week ago.

And yet some people simply can not do it.

I've said before, I'm a genius. I'm a freshman in Geometry with a bunch of jerky sophomores who don't know how to shut up and do their work but expect an A even when they don't do anything. So of course they all ask to copy off of the smart girl's work even though they didn't even know my name 3 weeks ago. Yeah, sure, you've been my friend the whole time. You can't fool me. You're a leech.

But at the beginning of the semester, this guy started hanging around me. It was really creepy. He has Geometry, too, two periods before me, and he's a sophomore. So he came to lunch today with a Geometry workbook and started to work on an assignment that was assigned a little while ago. He asked me, "Katie, how do you do this?" Okay, I'll explain it once. I'll do that. I will tell you anything you want to know. I will show you how to do it. I'll help you get to the answer, though I won't give you the answer. I will do all this so that you don't ask me repeatedly how to do it. Sure, I'll help you with each of the problems. But if you ask me repeatedly how to solve the exact same problem and cannot get it right without me doing it for you, you don't need a genius friend. You need a personal tutor. Also, he's really, really, really hard to understand. He almost-whispers everything, even when he shouts, and he often talks with his hand in front of his mouth. He claims that he has trouble making friends and that's why he hangs around me. That never stopped me! Just jump into it.

He must have more social disabilities than I have, because I have shown all the external signs that I want him to leave. I can't say it out loud. I'm too nice. I've told him that I don't like to be touched, and I've told him twice that I have a slightly overactive gag reflex, and yet when I cough at breakfast, he still pats my back. Stop it, okay, just stop! And I've told him, when I hang around Gabby and the rest of my friends, don't start a separate conversation, and yet...yep, you guessed it. He doesn't need me to tell him everything. If you made a mistake, don't come to me for advice, ask the teacher for crying out loud! I don't care about anime, and you don't care about Doctor Who. We have absolutely nothing in common, why are you still hanging around? You are no more than an acquaintance. And dude, yes, you accidentally closed out of your Biology benchmark, but you don't need me to pray for you. Go ask Mr. Allchurch if you can retake your test. He's a nice guy. He'll understand. Ask Mrs. Hrdlicka for help on your Geometry. She's the teacher. It's her job. If she sees you're trying, she'll feel a sense of worth. Say hi, sure, but I choose my friends carefully. And if I consider you my friend, you don't have to ask. You'll know. He asked. I was torn between telling him the truth he didn't want to hear, or the lie that he wanted to hear. He doesn't get me. My friends get me. They know what I mean, so I don't have to explain myself all that frequently. We have similar interests, so I can make Doctor Who and smart people jokes and they get them.

Seriously, man, get a life, and stop trying to live mine alongside me.

And for God's sake, get some help on your math from somebody other than me.

And that's what I wish I could say.

But I can't.

I'm too nice.