Post by Tom Rigby on Feb 21, 2008 17:40:00 GMT -5
((Yes, I do think that that was too witty for words xD my title that is.))
Rigby was sitting on a bench in the park, taking time to enjoy the small amount of greenery that he was so rarely exposed to between urban lifestyle and university. His parents so oft chided him for being a newsie, and for being an outdoorsman, that he was eager to get away from them as often as he could. His father urged him to merge into the family business as soon as possible, but Tom knew that he had time. The company was pegged in his name anyway, and the less time he could devote to it in his youth, the better.
He had a textbook propped open, and was doing figures in the side of it. It was simple geometry, but he was struggling with it. He had never been much of a math person. Actually he'd never really been much of a school person, either. But he'd managed, with help from countless tutors, and was finally enrolled, taking summer classes, and on his way to becoming a respectable member of society.
But who wanted that, anyway?
He was antsy, and the summer's waning day was depressing him. School work should not be done while the sun was shining. It shouldn't be done ever. Learning was supposed to be about interest, and knowledge. This was all figures and pointless equations, and he couldn't keep them on his mind for all he was worth.
Rigby was sitting on a bench in the park, taking time to enjoy the small amount of greenery that he was so rarely exposed to between urban lifestyle and university. His parents so oft chided him for being a newsie, and for being an outdoorsman, that he was eager to get away from them as often as he could. His father urged him to merge into the family business as soon as possible, but Tom knew that he had time. The company was pegged in his name anyway, and the less time he could devote to it in his youth, the better.
He had a textbook propped open, and was doing figures in the side of it. It was simple geometry, but he was struggling with it. He had never been much of a math person. Actually he'd never really been much of a school person, either. But he'd managed, with help from countless tutors, and was finally enrolled, taking summer classes, and on his way to becoming a respectable member of society.
But who wanted that, anyway?
He was antsy, and the summer's waning day was depressing him. School work should not be done while the sun was shining. It shouldn't be done ever. Learning was supposed to be about interest, and knowledge. This was all figures and pointless equations, and he couldn't keep them on his mind for all he was worth.
