UNTIL THE END (#Watty's 2017)

Butterflies in my stomach

In my rather short lifespan, you would find it rare that I would say 'the day was going good' but alas today wasn't that day. The classes were boring, the teachers had a terrible sense of humour. Only my rivalry with Tanya and urge to answer before her kept me tethered to the class and preventing me to dwell into the realms of Morpheus. The day began with the chemistry lesson. I don't know whether the fates were cruel or grateful as they broke my conversation with Tanya. For the first time in my life, I felt words were betraying me. Somehow my mind wanted to focus on her black hair, those aesthetic brown eyes rather than reading about Dalton's theory of atom. I agree that Tanya was more attractive than this English old man who gave some crappy concept about atom, but I couldn't assimilate the reason why I felt attracted towards her. Her every word, even the insults that she traded felt like music. I felt a pull towards her. It seemed that I no longer had control over my body. Once her elbow accidentally touched my arm. Goosebumps erupted on my skin. She welt warm and welcoming. I never had felt like this before. It seemed as if she was the everything I needed in my life. She seemed like rain to my barren desert, a rainbow in my colourless sky. She seemed like an elixir of life.
'What was happening to me' I mentally cringed. Periods passed but my mind wandered around these uncharted feelings which I was developing for her. I was stealing glances at her. Her smooth hair, the ravishing jaw line, those lips...
I stopped myself. I knew these thoughts were wrong, but my heart wasn't in the mood to listen. I looked at her, vowing that it would be the last glance but failing miserably . I looked at her, she seemed so innocent, so pure. She looked at me and smiled. So you see, that's where the trouble began. That smile, the damn smile. My resistance just melted.
"Liking the new class?" I asked her. She smiled." Yes, but still missing the old school. It had a charisma to it." She said with a solemn expression. I couldn't agree more. The new class seemed so alien to us. So cold and so rough. "Everything will be alright" I said. She smiled again and my heart skipped a beat. 'Anything I will do, just keep smiling' my heart was saying as it rampaged through my chest.
I was so confused, I had never felt like that. Was it love, I patted myself. ' I couldn't be possibly be in love with Tanya. She was mortal opponent. We used to hate each other' I thought. But why am I thinking about her. I couldn't just tell. It was so irritating and that's where I lost the plot and decided to stay away from her.
The bell rang. Physics period I sighed and too before PE, what a day. Physics was my favourite subject and surely it was most beautiful. It was the only subject where you visualise things. A ball going up, a droplet falling on sand, heating if a copper strip to flow of electrons. Physics was awe inspiring. From Copernicus to Newton. From Tesla to Bose, physics was just marvellous.
The door opened and the most weird looking person I have ever seen entered with a pile of books. He somehow managed them between his hairy arms and his spectacles were dangling dangerously in his bright orange shirt. With mustard trousers he surely had a mind blowing sense of fashion.
You have to imagine Gru from Despicable Me movie franchise. His bald head was shining like a glass orb, probably he must be polishing it each day. A crooked nose and his trousers were held not by his waist, but rather by his chest. With a sneer in his face that would make Hitler jealous, he walked in clumsily and threw the books on the teacher's table, with a thud. Tanya rolled her eyes at him and I somehow concealed my snort. Picking up a stray piece of chalk he wrote,
Dr. Hitesh Sahni, PhD ( double gold medalist)
BSc, MSc and BEd.
He the underlined his glorious resume, then double underlining Dr. and PhD.
" Open your notebooks and copy with me" he shouted in a class of 25 , auditory healthy students.
"Prat..." Tanya cursed.
We obediently started to copy. After 30 minutes of hard work, he stopped and started to draw a diagram, probably electrons around a nucleus. I was gaping at him. He had literally destroyed my favourite subject into boring social science thesis. No visuals, no mathematical derivation, no examples , what was he just doing, I failed to understand . As he turned back, Tanya raised her hand. He ignored her. I was furious but then Tanya did something rather rash considering this Dr. had a ego comparable to Mt. Everest.
" Sir, the second line, third paragraph is wrong. It should be just opposite." He turned around and threw the chalk at her, missing her by a few centimetres. "This is not the way", he yelled like a child who throws tantrums. " Do you think you know more than me. See here, I am teaching for 27 years and never in my career I have ever seen such an arrogant girl. Why don't you teach, you are the head of education board aren't you. What I am writing will fetch you marks " he said involving theatrics. " But sir, the line is wrong and knowledge is important than ...." Tanya whispered, she was on the verge of crying. I was furious, my blood of boiling and adrenaline was rampaging inside me. 'How dare he....'.
Sir raised his hand and silence her "Get out, you don't need my class. Go study with your tuition teacher" he looked at his watch " or better I will leave myself. You wasted precious ten minutes." He picked up his books, did his signature bald head rubbing movement and started to walk out. At the door, he looked back and sneered at Tanya " I have your practical marks in my hand. Study hard because without practicals you would hardly pass" he gave a fake sob and left. I looked at Tanya, she was crying. I tried to console her but she stood up and rushed out of the class. People were talking in soft voices. I got up and ran behind her.
" Tanya stop" I said but she didn't and entered the washroom. Without thinking I followed her only to later realise that I was breaking into a girls washroom.
To be continued...