On Friday, I left the Yoys with their dad and grandma, and took a trip to visit my bestie for the weekend.
As I (im)patiently waited at Atlanta airport for my delayed flight to depart, I dove into a fresh Sudoku puzzle book. I had no kids to distract me. I had nothing but time, according to the AirTran departure screen.
I love working on Sudoku puzzles. As a math nerd, this is my crack rock. I love the challenge. The thinking. The brain sweats. I need it to stay sharp.
Halfway through my second puzzle, I found myself stuck. Around this time, I felt a presence hovering over my left shoulder. It was a curious young boy I guessed to be around nine.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I then tried to explain how to complete a Sudoku puzzle to a child. I can barely pronounce it, but now I'm going to explain it? After my wordy and lengthy synopsis I looked over my shoulder at the young boy.
Crickets. Blank stare. Flat line. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my puzzle.
The boy continued to watch me struggle.
AREN'T THE ANSWERS IN THE BACK? JUST LOOK IT UP!
I politely explained that while the answers were in the back, I was going to try and problem solve.
And that's when it hit me.
This is our country's next generation. And they are a lazy bunch of cheaters. His best solution to the Sudoku problem was to cheat his way through it. Sigh.
Oh, and did I mention he was wearing a UGA hat? No disrespect to Georgia's fine institution, I'm just saying that UGA should watch out, because in about nine more years they are going to have a lazy cheater headed their way.
So many numbers...
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