This morning, I sat on the front row of my calculus lecture and just cried.
It was interesting; I wonder if my teacher noticed. I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong; it was just one of those mornings when bad things seem to culminate and run together like wet watercolor paint, dripping into a brown-grey smudge and ruining the picture. It felt strange copying down definite integrals through the large, warm teardrops that streamed freely from my eyes, but what else could I do?
∫(12,13)jessica dx = overactivetearducts + c
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