Impulse - Phan (discontinued)

chapter five - phil

a/n lol i don't know what country this takes place in, it jumps back and forth, picture it as you fancy

chapter five - phil

Working with Dan has been fun. We've been meeting Tuesdays and Wednesdays to work on the inclinometer project. Science hasn't become more fun, just intriguing, being around Dan is interesting. He knows so much about science off the top of his head. His brain is so full of knowledge and firing ten out of ten that of course some excess energy has to be expelled some way, so, Tourette's. That's my theory anyway. 

Mr. Lyon has given us lectures basically, almost everyday. I've complained to Martyn more times in this month about school than I have in the past few years. He's just so incredibly boring, I feel bad for Dan. His favorite subject, ruined by a teacher who probably doesn't understand why the kid sitting in the back of the class randomly starts going 'hep' or claps randomly. 

Apparently all the teachers know, Mr. Lyon at least doesn't call him out on it, but he mustn't know because if he did, he wouldn't shoot Dan reproaching glares in the middle of class. The poor kid's just like everyone else, just with a few little quirks here and there. I learned that from Amanda. They don't define you, they're just quirks.

I'm sitting on the bus. I wonder when the last time Dan rode a bus. I've noticed he doesn't ride it and he can't drive because of Tourette's. (He's expressed this in a rant over text after he had a particularly bad tic at the grocery store and almost knocked into an old woman pushing a trolley,) It must have been a few years at least. He told me, in that same vent, that in fourth grade, he accidentally kicked a kid which got him suspended from the bus. 

He said he didn't feel bad cause the kid was being an 'idiotic sack of potatoes with about as much sense as a frog' as he had put it. He's used 'idiot sack of potatoes' multiple times since this text message avalanche. I've used it with Martyn and he called me crazy and I called him a genius so he wasn't mad. (I might had used it in the context of him being the sack of potatoes, hence why I redeemed myself,) 

The bus stops to pick up twins. They're both ginger and arguing about the newspaper and yearbook club, of which they are each a part of. One of them is named Colin and the other named Daisy. They're yelling about accidentally forwarding a page to a colleague in the club and how they weren't supposed to see it. I hear a lot of useless banter sitting on the bus. 

We pick up a few more kids before making the longer stretch without stops before arriving at school. It's cold outside for early October, a few kids have sweatshirts and jumpers on. The flock of birds that is the population of the school (though they aren't much brighter than geese,) navigates the sidewalk towards the school entrance. 

There's a group of football players, they're talking about their game this weekend, some of the popular girls are swooning over one of their arms. I roll my eyes. At my old school, out best sport was chess. We all loved it ironically so much that it became really popular. One time a kid ordered shirts that said my school's name and a king piece. He sold out. 

I slide past the front doors. I make it to Mrs. R's english class without a problem. I sit and listen as she talks about some essays we'll do as Halloween approaches. I zone out as she lays the criteria out to get an A*. She talks about how it will be a play analysis. I perk up and look at her. She says it can be about whatever play we pick. The bell rings as she explains no one can do Romeo and Juliet.

That leaves me with Hamlet, Macbeth, A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Much Ado About Nothing. To name the popular ones anyway. I think I'll do Macbeth and freak Amanda out by texting her just writing Macbeth. Anyone in theatre knows never to say the M word. (Macbeth ooh) I know the beginning after Amanda freaked out before an exam in her Shakespeare class and repeated it to me constantly for two weeks. Though, on the other hand I could do Hamlet.