Well, these are my geometry theorems, done while I was studying. I was tired, so... I did this!

Ingredients:

-Some coffee
-Black ink
-A gone-off green pen
-A blue pen
-A pen made of glass
-Water
-An Italian stamp
-Brown Tempera
-My cat's paws
-A bit of geometry
-A piece of "Nettles" by Alice Munro

The girls as well as the boys were divided into two sides, but since there were not nearly as many girls as boys we could not serve as munitions makers and nurses for just one soldier. There were alliances, just the same. Each girl had her own pile of balls and was working for particular soldiers, and when a soldier fell wounded he would call out a girl's name, so that she could drag him away and dress his wounds as soon as possible. I made weapons for mike and mine was the name Mike called. There was so much noise going on - constant cries of "You're dead," either triumphant or outraged (outraged because of course people who were supposed to be dead were always trying to sneak back into the fighting) and the barking of a dog, not Ranger, who had somehow got mixed up in the battle - so much noise that you had to be always alert for the boy's voice that called your own name. There was a keen alarm when the cry came, a wire zinging through your whole body, a fanatic feeling of devotion. (At least it was so for me who, unlike the other girls, owed my service to only one warrior.)

"Nettles" by Alice Munro