In 200 Words…

“In 200 words, explain why you believe that we cannot remember our past selves.”

My world religions professor was insane. Arguably brilliant, but insane. He was a firm believer that if you couldn’t explain a concept simply, you didn’t fully understand it. While I would agree with this conclusion, though Einstein said it first, it made for difficult assignments. Continue reading “In 200 Words…”

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Just A Class Assignment

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It was a school assignment. I didn’t think much of it.

My science teacher told us we needed to take DNA sample and send it to some weird lab, I really didn’t care what happened.

But after a few weeks, my classmates started to get their DNA results back. Becky found out that her family was actually from the southern part of France, not Spain. Travis discovered that his dad’s family came from Norway, and his mom’s from Lithuania. It wasn’t long before everyone got their results in, but me. Almost two months after the assignment was due, I got a phone call from the DNA testing lab. Continue reading “Just A Class Assignment”

A Historic Class Drop

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“The less you know about this, the better. Just drop the subject…”

Wilhelm slumped in his seat. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“…and pick a different class.”

All Wilhelm had wanted was to take the intro to political sciences class in his senior year of high school, and now had to listen to his guidance counselor shut him down. It was a critical part of his 5 year plan. Take this class, graduate with honors, get an internship at the governor’s office, work his way up through the ranks until he got a paid job working with one of the most powerful men in the country. In the 15 to 20 year plan, there was a transition from governor’s aid to governor himself, but that wasn’t going to be possible now.

“So, what class do you want? Woodworking, Native American History, Cosmetology, or Advanced Arch welding?”

Why couldn’t he take Intro to Political Science?

“Wilhelm?”

“Uhh, sorry Ms. Cranthorn. Why can’t I take the class? Is it full?”

“No, it’s not, but I can’t let you take it.”

“But why? I need…”

Mr. Cranthorn barked, “It’s because I know something you don’t know. You can’t take that class.”

The Unhappy Age

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People only age when they are unhappy.

My grandma told me that once. I didn’t think that much of it. She was old and definitely looked the part. I assumed that it was one of those crazy things that grandparents say as they are on their way out. It would be four months before I realized how right she was. Continue reading “The Unhappy Age”

Back To School Troubles

“Mrs. Griffon is so hot, dude.”

“Dude, gross. That’s my mom.”

“Since when did your mom become a teacher?”

“She’s always been a teacher.”

“Oh. That’s hot.”

“Brian, stop it. Stop creeping on my mom.”

“What? I can’t help it. Just look at her.”

That was the moment I decided that I wanted to punch Brian in the face. Continue reading “Back To School Troubles”