Biyoloji; It's in Our DNA

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The new semester had started a week ago, yet the cell biology professor hasn't shown up, it's starting to get on my nerves. Rumour has it that we got ourselves a foreign teacher, I do hope he's clueless so I can sleep in class.

Just as I was about to rest my head on my arms, the door bangs open, hushing everyone and pulling their eyes towards the late student. He carries nothing on him-similar like those who don't care anymore-and walks hastily towards the teacher's desk placed on the far right corner of the room.

"I'm Marco Yates, Mr. Marco to you and I'll be your cell biology professor this semester." soft murmurs spread throughout the once quiet, hushed class. "Does anyone have any questions?" I see Nora, the class' girl next door, hesitating to raise her hand, most likely wanting to ask where's his stuff, but Bella buts in.

"How old are you? Where are you from? How long have you stayed here?" leave it up to Bella to stall the lesson, "I think that's not important.." Mr. Marco gives an awkward chuckle that has me cringing.

"So chromosomes? Anyone knows what it is?" he asks, not bothering to open any presentations or pictures he prepared. Wth, where are the slides? Do you expect me to pass only with listening?!

I huff in annoyance and quickly scribble down word after word coming from his mouth, one by one I see students stopping and sigh. Another fallen soldier. Once in a while, I would stare him down, asking God what I did to deserve this.

The bell finally rung, students file out of the room at lightning speed, as if they couldn't bare another sight of the nerdy and awkward foreign man. After packing my things, I stay back to ask Mr. Marco a few things that I missed from wanting to give up.

"So sir, what's the difference between chromatin and chromatid?" I asked, my notepad out to jot down his answers.

Instead.

"What? Weren't you paying attention? Chromatin is the material and chromatid is the 'legs'" he explains, a weird vibe coming off of him as if I cornered him. "Ok, so chromatin is the leg?" he exhales dramatically and runs his hand through his hair.

"ChromaTID is the leg, chromaTIN is the material, you understand?" he walks closer as if coming near me would change anything. "O-ok, yeah I understand thank you." I avoid his eye contact and quickly scurry out of the suddenly tense room.