Both are stunning: my harsh tongue, and my father's sudden, caring attitude
He asks me if I have any problems. That's a retorical question. Even if I did, I probably wouldn't ask him. I pause dramatically, and then answer, "...No." He asks me how math is, and what I'm learning. I pause again. "...Reasoning." I say simply. He then asks me about Geometry. I'm sarcastic, replying: "...Geometry is the same as math. It is math." Silence. For a moment, I wonder if I've pushed his buttons. He then asks, "How's Pre-Calc?" I ogle, almost in revulsion. He didn't even know what his daughter's classes were. Anywayyssss... I pause, for almost ten seconds, before harshly saying, "...I. Don't. Take. Pre-Calc. Yet." More silence. Then he asks if I need supplementary textbooks. I decline. Silence. He walks away.
For some strange reason, these past few days, I'm extremely easy to irritate. And why is he being so, controlled, for that moment? It's only more awkward talking to him... and it's awkward and difficult enough.