Shapes, lines, and angles sometimes fit together and sometimes don’t. How can we best understand this?
An explanation may be found in . . .
Geometry Class
The bell rang. Class was about to begin. I moved around in my seat trying to get comfortable. Nothing seemed to work. It just didn’t add up.
My name is Freddie Semi-Circle. My mother was just half there. My father, however, was very well-rounded. And, me? I always felt somewhat incomplete.
I was anxious for class to start. But as usual, my mind wouldn’t be much more than half focused. I knew I wasn’t alone. All kids have problems.
For instance, Gloria Circle is the most all-around person I’ve ever met. However, she has no beginning or end. You can’t start a conversation with her. And even worse, you can’t end one.
The kid in the third row, Franklin Square, told me he always feels boxed in. His problems are never one-sided or two-sided. Their always four-sided. He never draws a conclusion.
Now if you want get to the point, ask Tricia Triangle. But don’t look the other way or she’ll stick it to you. I wouldn’t want to be her.
One student I tried to befriend was a head taller than me, and he hated his parents because of the name they gave him. Can you believe being called Orval Oval? He can’t go around in circles. He just tips over.
And then there’s Jeffery Kite. He’s a fly away kind of guy. If you get too close to him, he just takes off.
There’s also two cousins in class. They live on my street. Ricky Rectangle is short and broad. He blocks the aisle. You can’t get by. Maybe he’ll be a football guard someday.
His cousin Pamela Parallelogram always has to be in front of the line. She runs track. She ran a couple of races in gym class against Franklin Square. He never beat her. She just leaned in ahead of him.
Before I forget, I need to mention the Gon brothers—Hexa and Penta. They’re in a constant battle with one another. Hexa believes he always has more sides to the stories he tells. Penta can never win.
Well, I’ve taken enough of your time. My teacher has just called me up to the front of the room. I better go, for you don’t want to get on the wrong side of Mr. Rhombus, a case in point 🔷.
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