Oliv and Alex walked into my room with wide eyes, taking in the chaos they saw.
Papers were stuck to the walls like strange patchwork, notes were strewn across the floor like leaves, and writings were visible on any surface one would look at.
Used pens were all over the place, and empty water bottles added to the mess.
As they looked at the scene, their faces changed from shock to worry. "Max, what the hell happened here?" Alex asked, looking around the room in shock.
"Is everything okay? This does not seem normal," Oliv asked as she looked at the walls covered in equations and graphs that had been scribbled on quickly.
Looking at them with determined eyes, I said, "No, everything's fine. This is how I set up an environment that helps me focus. I need the stimuli—the constant flow of information around me. That is how I learn best."
Their confused looks showed that they did not understand my unusual way of learning.
