Educate You

Physics... the most dreadful subject of em all! Getting through few sums without having your head totally f***ed up, was undoubtedly impossible.... for me, at least. Leah says it's pretty simple... physics, I mean. She says it's 'practical'. But for me, doodling on the margin of my book is million times better. I simply cannot comprehend the fact that the sun would be as hot, if it were made out of bananas! Honestly... I don't and I never will... In my opinion, physics is something that came into existence with the sole purpose of torturing nineteen year olds. But then again, come to think of it. 19 years olds wouldn't exist if it weren't for things like thrust and force, which we do also learn in physics... But that's natural instinct of animals! We don't have to be taught how to thrust and- "OI WINSLOW!" I raised my head and looked around, noticing that all the other students in my class were on their feet. I turned my head towards the teacher's desk and met a familiar pair of p

"Mom! I'm home!" "Hi, honey!" She appeared from the living room. "How was your day?" She questioned, eager to know how everything went. "It was terrific!" I said, not wanting to mention my horrid experiences in 'Professor' Decarlo's lair. "Aw that's great, dear!" She said, pleased. "Mom, I'm meeting up with Leah at 5," I said, placing my bag on the counter. "We've got some work to get done," "Okay, dear," Mom said. "Where's Adrian?" "He's upstairs. Got home couple'a minutes ago," Adrian had returned home after selling his apartment few days back. He was changing work stations, so the place he owned wasn't convenient anymore. Since I needed to move out as well, he was staying at home with us until we found a convenient place with two apartments. I raced upstairs in search for my 25 year old brother. I knocked on the door of his room, expecting to hear a loud 'WHAT!?,' but instead he muttered, "The door's open," I turned the door knob and stepped in. There, I saw him, sprawled

"As usual," he said, tapping his fingers on the desk. "Winslow forgets her assignment," "Sir, I-" "You do not owe me an explanation. I'm not willing to hear you out," he said, grimly and looked up at the class. "Take your books out," I sat down, wondering if I should apologize or just sit and hold on tight. "Anyone else, who has the audacity to show up here without their completed assignments?" Mr. Decarlo looked at the class, raising an eyebrow. The class fell silent. Dead silent. Mr. Decarlo scanned our faces. Every single one. After moving his eyes from one to another continuously, he stopped at Simon. "Simon, my boy!" he said. Simon, who was slouching lazily, shot up straight. Walking upto him, Mr. Decarlo slammed his hand on Simon's back, and wrapped his fingers around the back of his neck. "So are we all done with the project, boy?" "Sir, I-," He stammered. "You what?" "I couldn't complete it, sir," He sighed. "Get up, kid," He stood up, his head tilted downwards. "S

"Tell me what happened," I said as I sat down beside Abigail at class. She wasn't crying anymore, but since she usually wore a lot of makeup, her eyes looked like that of a three hundred year old zombie. "You were right, Aeliana," she muttered, sobbing. "About what?" "Antonio," She said, looking away. I sighed. "Okay, now stop saying his first name out loud and tell me what happened before he decides to show up," I said, impatiently. I was seriously dying to know what happened. "He's mean... he really is," "Just tell me already!" "I went to see him because I had a doubt regarding yesterday's class..." she said. "Okay... and?" "And then," Leah sat down beside me. "He told her to get the f*** out of his office, disappear from his sight and not to stay within a range of 100 kilometers' radius from him," "He said that!?" I said in utter shock. "No he didn't... I was exaggerating," Leah said, shrugging. "Yes, he did!" Abby almost yelled. "How could someone be so insolent!? All

It's 9.00 a.m and I'm standing at the door of the devil's lair. I swear this day is gonna make the rest of my college life a living hell. He's gonna strangle me... or worse... he'll give me the 'you're-a-waste-of-space' glare! That'll make me wanna strangle myself. What am I even going say!? S***! I didn't rehearse! I started panicking.Oh poop! Now what!? I won't make a strong impression if I go unprepared! "Well, what an unpleasant surprise," F***... I turned around, slowly. I was literally terrified. "Good morning, Mr. Decarlo," "Would have a better one, had you stood next to my door and not in front of it, hence blocking it and preventing me from opening it," he said in a single breath. I let out a breath that I was holding unknowingly. I moved away from the door immediately. "Or if you weren't standing anywhere near my door at all," No no! Don't let his attitude get to you! He pushed the key in and turned the knob, unlocking the door to his office. He stepped inside wit