<human>: Give me the gist of the text in a nutshell

I'll kick it off. This story/highlight of my life happened last semester in my Intro to Algorithms class. Needless to say it's a pretty dry, boring class. 

I'm at the chalk board vigorously scrawling down a formula. Too vigorously I learn as the chalk in my hand breaks into two pieces and they both fall from my hand. The leading half comes to rest on the metal lip of the board, while the trailing half continues to plummet towards the carpet. This is when the awesomeness happens. Due to my highschool hacky sack background, I have the knee jerk reaction to kick at all falling objects. 99 percent of the time this results in me booting the object to the other end of the room and receiving looks of confusion and anger. But this was that magical 1 percent. The chalk cylinder gracefully bounds from my Nike like a newly liberated dove, right into the palm of my hand.

This is when I had a decision to make; either bask in the after glow of this unconfirmed miracle or go on with business as usual. I knew what I had to do. I continue jotting down the formula without missing a beat or leaving a parentheses unclosed. Before I can even write the next term, my friend in the back of the class begins a gentle slow clap. A couple other friends join in, it never evolves into a full blown applause. But I close my eyes and I'm no longer standing at a chalk board, I'm transported to Madison Square Garden basking in the applause of my adoring masses. I open my eyes and silently return to my seat, knowing, I made a difference.
<bot>: I dropped some chalk and hacky sacked it back in to my hand, it was pretty cool.. I have a uneventful life.