When the Model Student Snaps in Class
During a public lecture on derivatives, I hurl my water bottle hard at the blackboard.
Under the stunned gazes of the professor and my classmates, I stand up and say, "Seriously? Is there a need to explain a problem this simple? Move on to the next one. How did you bunch of idiots get into the accelerated program? How are you even worthy of sitting in the same classroom as me?"
I turn my head and see my mother, who is standing outside the classroom to accompany me as I attend the lecture. She has a pleased and approving look on her face.
A reporter sitting in the back quickly points the camera at me.
I smile and call out toward the door, "Mom, I need to pee. Come take me to the restroom."