Aspect

That Fateful Day

What is the point of living? The average person believes, at least nowadays it is to serve the next generation, populate the earth and teach the young the ways of the old.

Truth is we only live to die, whether you are rich, young or old regardless if we procreate, we all eventually end up six feet under. Nothing lasts forever...not even gods.

"...As we are on that topic, what is a god?" Dr. Welch the dean of academic affairs posited. He is a short white man, no taller than five feet in a brown suit and dress pants, with a lilac shirt under it with shiny black shoes, "How would you define a God, Mr. Johnson?" All I could think was 'why me?' I swear these religious fanatics have a way of always finding me.

I pondered the questioned for a while, which answer should I give; sass or logic?

"My understanding of God is..." logic," a being beyond human comprehension, capable of baffling the mind and doing the impossible." I cringed finishing the sentence, if God was really capable of that this world and the people in it won't be so broken.

"Sir how does this relate to Biochemistry?" I heard Pavitri ask.

"Why...everything of course..." Dr. Welch then proceed to take the entire afternoon boring the class with his sermon of a lecture.

Three more days of this and Dr. Sam returns from her leave, three more days of me in spotlight for absolutely no reason.  I swear I attract these lunatics.

"Hey, Donnie!" Pavitri called as I packed my bag to leave. Pavitri Kumbar is an Indian national no taller than five feet three inches with pale white skin, hazel eyes, and long black silky hair. She wore a blue scrub top and black jeans, which were our school uniform.

"Are you ok? The dean had it out for you didn't he?" She teased dropping the black Type C charger she borrowed from into my tiny black NorthFace bag.

"Ha! I'm fine, spooked and unnerved by his constant poking and prodding but fine." I said nonchalantly, " I have three outstanding assignments worth more attention than his need to preach the gospel of the Christian faith."

"Oh how is the Pathology group presentation coming along?" Pavillion asked as I closed up my bag and walked with her down the stairs and out the school door, into the street.

"As you'd expect, Kalifa hasn't sent in anything as yet, Anant sent in copy and paste info, that assignment is a mess that had me pulling an all nighter to get done despite everything." I spoke in clear tone of annoyance, this was an everyday issue we had to deal with, majority of the Indian nationals would put in minimal effort and then throw a fit when they get minimal results which hinders the ones that actually try like Pavitri.

"Hey at least it's done, right, see you tomorrow!" She said trying to comfort me before hopping in a forty-two bus to the bus park.

"Yeah right, oh bye." I responded blankly, quickening my pace now to reach the head of Barack Street, despite being close to the sea walls, because of all the tall buildings in the area, this street garners an insane heat, one which Middle and Main Streets somehow does not posses.

I could have taken the bus with Pavitri but I'd rather save that hundred dollar for a rainy day, plus, forty-one bus park is always crowded around four-thirty in the afternoon, by the time I reach the park, that would have died down immensely.

Deciding to listen to music I remove the airpods from left pocket, popping it open and placing one of the buds in my ear, but decided to wait till I crossed the Lamaha Street Junction before pressing play.

My father often told me I walked with my eyes up at the sky, I would argue my coordination just sucks but with what just happened I can only describe as not paying attention. In the middle of pedestrian crossing was a giant pot hole.