mr_marin's_eye ovenbird On our first day of grade 13 finite math, Mr. Marin told us how his eye fell out. It was just a normal day and he was out for a bike ride. A series of unfortunate events, the details of which are lost in the forest of my memory, led him to fly over the front handle bars of his bike and smash head first into the pavement, the force of which caused his right eye to pop out of its socket, stretching the optic nerve, so that he could no longer see properly with that particular eyeball. Mr. Marin wore extremely thick glasses, I suppose to compensate for his optic nerve being drawn out like Silly Putty, and every time I looked at him I imagined what it might be like to have your eye exit your head. Would your brain even be able to process visual imagery if your eye was outside your skull? Would you just leave your eye hanging or would the urge to pop it back in be too strong to resist? What if your eye got dirt on the back side? How quickly would you get bored of telling “I have my eye on you” jokes? It was hard to concentrate on math. At the end of the year most of the class cheated on the final exam after Rob stole the draft from Mr. Marin’s desk and distributed it to everyone (with only Heather and I refusing to look at it). I’m pretty sure Mr. Marin knew about the whole thing. But he turned a blind eye. 250614 what's it to you? who go blather from