The weirdest vector algebra class
I wake up to a sudden rustling. It doesn’t surprise me anymore; this has been happening for quite a while now. It’s my roommate, rummaging around his closet, trying to find his fishing rod. He goes out fishing every day, but he never returns with anything. It’s a mystery how he can afford the rent. I mean, the rent isn’t too high; we live in a pretty average house, and the location kind of hurts the rent. All of my work is on the computer, so I don’t really leave the house that often. He always brings in the groceries, and I cook. We’ve had this routine for as long as I can remember.
