If you’re smart and wish to maintain a clean record you would find any possible way to stay awake during Mr. Pereira’s physics lesson. However, one fine day, I was not so smart and the inevitable occurred.
The constant explanation of physics equations and Newton’s laws of gravitation had joined forces to bore me. My handwriting had begun to lose form and journey to the next page in a slurry manner. Mr. Pereira’s monotonous voice lulled me to sleep. With great difficulty I tried to stay awake. Eventually after many vain attempts darkness filled me.
“You! The one with the black shirt,” I heard a voice bellow. I didn’t stir. Someone nudged me. I opened my sleep greedy eyes with an effort. I see a short, pot bellied man pointing his sausage like finger in my direction. His ears are red and fuming.
“Me Sir?” the terrified boy next to me asked in a meek voice.
“No, not you stupid boy! The girl next to you,” came a thunderous reply.
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