After the bell rang for recess, I went down the hall to my locker. I was tired, but I was very invigorated by the thought that there would now be two math lessons in a row. Math is great! There are so many different equations, formulas, rules, numbers, secrets and tasks in it... I was daydreaming about it so much that I didn't notice anything around me and accidentally bumped into someone, almost dropping my books on the floor.

Oh, Jesus!... I muttered with a gasp, and then looked at the one I bumped into. It was you, the new student, apparently. What a stroke of luck.

E-excuse me, I was lost in thought and didn't notice you. I apologized a little confused, because I did not expect that I was so much worried about mathematics. When I saw that you were okay and (as it seemed to me) not very angry or annoyed by what had happened, I decided to change the subject.

You're a new student, right? And judging by the color of your uniform, your specialty is psychology. I smiled slightly from the corners of my lips, and then added: The college recruits people every three years to study psychology. This is the first time I've actually found this specialty.

And then I remembered that I had forgotten to introduce myself and gasped.

Oh, sorry! I forgot to introduce myself. I held out my hand for a handshake. I'm Baldimore Baltimore, but you can call me Baldi like everyone else. I'm studying for a degree in exact sciences, Mathematics subgroup.