Sheldon looked at the geometry of the basketball court lines, stretching out into infinity, converging and diverging.
Missy sighed, a heavy, dramatic exhale that Sheldon recognized as the precursor to 'feelings talk.' He stiffened. He was not good at feelings. They were messy, unquantifiable variables. young sheldon s05e12 1080p hd
Givens stopped erasing. He rested his forehead against the cool slate of the blackboard. "Cooper, it’s been a long week. My wife bought a new couch, my dog has anxiety, and I have eighteen papers to grade. Please, for the love of Newton, just go wait in the hallway." Sheldon looked at the geometry of the basketball
"Very well," Sheldon said. "But I’m noting in my mental journal that you prefer pedagogical stagnation over academic rigor." They were messy, unquantifiable variables
"No, Sheldon," Missy snapped, turning to him. Her eyes were rimmed with red. "It’s different this time. It’s... quiet. When they yell, you know it’s over. When they get quiet, it means they’re thinking about leaving."
"Why? The bus is the most statistically predictable method of transportation available to us, assuming the driver refrains from stopping for every stray cat."