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Friday, December 16, 2005

Teacher's Revenge
Walking into the dimly lit room, chairs are set about. Some are empty, some are occupied. Books lined every inch of the nearby shelf, compelling one to sit and have a listen. A hand reached up from a lone chair and grabed an unfinished novel off of the desk. Short Stories of High School was printed in green letters across the open cover. "No, this isn't the tale I've been working on. That one is only in its third chapter. This is the story about a teacher's revenge, one in a few that center around the mind of those speaking to young minds in Science classrooms."

Flashback mode insues, as the Chemistry room comes into veiw.

"There we were, a normal single period of AP Chem with our teacher. After class, we travled next door to Physics. They are joined by a small backroom where the teachers sometimes hang out and/or keep their papers and stuff."

Time passes until third period, it was a double period that day. "Anyway, the teacher demonstrated something with momentum and recoil energy with a bouncy ball. She tossed it up against the wall, and it rebounded to hit one of the girl's in the face. But that's not the important part. We had about four of them, bouncing them around the room. A few bounced through that same back room mentioned earlier and caused a bit of a rukus in the Chem class. Quite entertaining."

Fast foward to Fourth period AP American History.

"We were sitting there trying to take our tests in Social Studies when all of a sudden we hear the loud engine of a battery powered RC car. Not just any RC car though, the Chem teacher's. Couldn't consentrate to hard on our tests at that point. Two of us leaned all the way over in our seats to try and see out the doorway. After a couple minutes, it went away but at the time was all 'wtf' nonetheless."

The flashback ends, and the dim library comes back into focus. That had been the tale of the day, perhaps another tale another time. The book closed, placed once again on its self as the reader turned around, intent on their former project.
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