Complexity

Me, Myself, and Crisis

Everyday, I start a routine of waking up at 5 AM, where I prepare some squared eggs, perfectly yellow, and a bowl of oat meal. After that, I take a precisely 90 degrees shower, and then get dressed. Usually I research how the material of my clothes are made, and when they were found. I've never trusted silk very much though to be honest. That is why I mostly wear polyester. I've decided to go with a polyester long sleeve green jacket, and black jeans. I stare at my TV, I should probably throw it out. Its said that the static of a TV can be used to communicate to the dead. Anyways, I guess I should go. I like to be at least one hour early to class.

I walk through the courtyard to my creative writing class, Mr.Jelker is already in his room. Great, I get to hear a lecture from the most idiotic middle aged man I've ever met. 

"Mr.Kilgore, would you care to step inside my classroom?"  

"Well technically this isn't YOUR classroom, I highly doubt you can afford nor pay for the bills to own it"  Who knew he was so oblivious, I almost feel bad.

"Quit your damn blabbering and get in here!"  

I scurry into "his" classroom.

"What the hell has been going on with you Darren? You're such a smart ass. Jesus, kicking you out doesn't even work."

"I resent your statement. Jesus has never kicked me out, and he has not proven to even be existent. Though there certainly is a possibility that he is, you cannot know for sure right now, nor say he has kicked me out of the classroom that you teach in, but do not rent or own." 

"You know what Darren? Go ahead waving your head around so proudly, telling everyone off like that. Maybe one day you'll get your ass HANDED to you for it! Oh, and by the way - don't even dare show your face in this classroom again,  you're suspended."

"So I can basically show everything but my head? Fine by me I guess, though that seems odd. Oh, and suspending me means you're not allowing me in your class, but you've basically only suspended the appearance of my head. Maybe you shouldn't teach creative writing sir." 

I guess some people just don't like to be proven wrong. Oh well, now I can go back to my dorm and throw that TV out. I might need some help with that though, too bad my brother is in class right now, I guess I can call him later. I might have to make sure the government isn't actually listening to our phone call when we speak to boot, there's always a possibility. How are mobile phones made anyways? When did they suddenly appear in the early 2000s? I'll ask him that as well....