"Things to do today
1. Get up
2. Survive
3. Go back to bed""Because girls will never be as superior as boys."
Undoubtedly, that statement had put me off until I was shivering with unbridled rage. The words reverberated throughout my mind and blurred all logical means of retaliation my brain had hesitatingly tried to cough out.
So I did what any female Campbell wouldn't do. What was that? I punched the living day lights out of Kevin Stilesnki.
The only regret I had was the number I'd done to my fist. It had definitely left a bruise.
In retrospect, that was the first time I'd been called to the principal's office. Also thinking back, I probably wouldn't have been so mad to the extent that physical violence had been an option, if I hadn't seen the immovable obsidian rock called Easy McGuire smirking in agreement at the insult Kevin had uttered. And trust me when I say, Easy never smiled, seeing that the senior was carved out of stone.
Less than a year later, I'd never see Kevin, who ended up transferring to a public school, and said senior, who'd graduated and left for CalTech, again and I somehow became a permanent visitor to the principal's office.
So why, you may be asking, am I unloading this seemingly useless information on you? Well, Mr Tailmen's fly was open as he confidently made the week's announcements and for once, I was actually listening. Apparently, the Sakuba Tech and Coding Camp was open for recruitment.
Sakuba.
Every computer nerd's wet dream.
In general, the camp takes students with average to superior IQ's and transforms them into the next Bill Gates' of tomorrow. It is a three year course, in which, training is offered on summer vacations for 16 year olds and over. The program is moderately cheap and completely worth it. Considering, you'll be surrounded by high technology equipment for two months, rubbing shoulders with the crème de la crème of Silicon Valley.
Sounds great! Doesn't it?
Well, not really.
The program is for boys only.
I remember complaining about the absurdity of the idea last year and that was when Kevin Stilenski offered me his valuable input.
I took to sulking as the principle drawled on about how to apply.
"How long do you think it will take till he realizes that his bazooka is unsheathed?" Some guy asked his friend.
"More like a pocket pistol, if you ask me." I muttered not so quietly, that the two guys started snickering. The principal momentarily halted, pointedly glared at me through the crowd as if I was the one laughing, but I still gave him my best charming grin.
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