The Aptitude of Teaching

Weed Perfume

Story by: Professor North Padington (Geology)
Written down by: Kulthum Al-Shehhi
Edited by: Nadia Baillairgé
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   This was the weirdest and most illegal product I had ever evaluated with my twin in my entire life. This happened last year, and it was the final semester. And you all know that it's thesis defense time at the end of the year. My sister was with me during that time, since her class is having a chat with Headmaster William two classrooms away from mine. It was about some investigation about the vandalism. Emet, the Headmaster's brother and the university's Executive, was with him, so they sent Snow out.

   I sat on a chair infront, and Snow sat beside me. The last group was called to the front of the class, and they seem nervous for whatever reason. It's either that she was a former detective or because of the questions she threw during the past presentations. Context, if Snow is with me during anything that involves asking, I mostly let her do it and damn she becomes more intimdating than ever. So, mad respect for the five batches she taught during our past five years here. They've went through some scary shit, and here you all thought I was the intimidating twin.

   The group was presenting their product, and it was some herbal perfume. I expected tea or peppermint, but no, that shit was something else. Their thesis was lightly vague, not mentioning what plant herb they've used for their product and it had me question how sleep deprived was I to accept this? We were given a small bottle for sample, while they have their actual product at hand.

   Snow opened the bottle and smelled it, and with a straight face she puts the bottle near my nose. I pushed her hand away at the smell. It was fucking weed. My twin stopped the presentation and asked for the actual product, and they hesitantly handed it to her. She opens the perfume bottle, and the sudden strong smell of weed overtook the classroom. Students behind us were beginning to murmur, and I could see the look on the last group's face pale.

   "Is this a joke?" Snow interrogated and she closes the perfume bottle as her old police tone came to her in sudden instinct.

   The group shook their heads hesitantly, and while that was happening I was writing down: "Oh, you fucked up real bad," on the first page of their thesis. It was with a smiley face and all that mockery.

   They were sent to Headmaster William, and he was in a middle of asking Snow's class on who vandalized the whole auditorium. Well, luckily for Snow, they are good children and didn't bring any.

   When it came to mine, I got a big slap of second-hand disappointment to the face. I bet the Headmaster felt the same way. Those three were honor students and highly intelligent. It's just a shame that they did… that. They were expelled the next day, and I've heard news that one of them is in the community college and on their last year in Vinestone, and the other two are drug dealers and were found dead last week by the edge of Oak Town. Poor them. A waste of talent, intelligence and a good life.

   But atleast one is aiming to fix their life again. Always be the better person in every situation, don't forget that.