Sitting in class one morning, I sat doodling cartoons on the table. Something seemed to be working for me that day because my calving and Hobbes actually started looking like Calvin and Hobbes. Calvin looked his adorable self and Hobbes was shaping up nicely wen a sudden sharp dig in the ribs by my partner brings me back to class. The teacher was giving me funny looks so i pretend to be listening till my ever wandering mind goes back to Hobbes again and horror of horrors! I find a thick pencil mark running down Hobbes’ face. Quick undo, my mind races, as i frantically look for the undo buttton on my, very old, very wooden, very-much-not-a-computer, desk.
Another day, again in class, this time I’m giving my second internal examination. I’m stuck at the spelling of ‘superieure’. After spelling it out in my head five times, trying a new spelling each time, I decide to write whatever i thought the spelling was and let spell check do the rest. And so i write out the word and sit string at my book, bewildered, wondering why the red/green line hadn’t appeared yet on my very white, very papery, very-obviously-not-a-computer-screen answer sheet !
