Vault

Fifty-Nine

I looked over my physics assignment, being the last one I needed to complete for this week. Since all of my classes are online, the occasional lab has to be done at home and then the finished work and math gets submitted. Sometimes I have to record the experimentation as well, but not this time.

For this lab I needed to make a few paper airplanes with different sizes of paper and then throw them all from a series of distances and see if I can hit a target. The whole point of the lab was to figure out of if the average velocity, average distance, and average time were all correlated with the size of the paper airplane. I've never made a paper airplane and I'm honestly not sure how. It can't be that difficult, right?

Once I had all of the pieces of paper in the correct size, I had to look up a tutorial on how to fold one. I was doing my best, but every single one just turned out like a stupid crumpled mess. What the hell am I doing wrong? You know in the last season of the office when they have the paper airplane competition? Well, call me Kevin.

On my eighth attempt, I just couldn't deal with this bullshit of not being able to do such a simple task of folding a freaking paper airplane. I huffed aggressively as I hit my textbook against my head and fell back against my desk chair.

"Is Ava still doing homework?" Dream asked Karl through their discord call.

Karl was streaming on the other side of the room and he had been for a few hours.

"Yeah, but she looks like she wants to jump off a bridge right now," Karl laughed, "I have no idea what kind of homework she's doing."

"I'm not," I informed him with a sigh, "I'm trying to but all I'm doing is failing miserably at a dumb juvenile task that most people figure out in seconds. I don't deserve a degree I'm going to fail my physics exam tomorrow."

"Ava's having a breakdown," Sapnap laughed, "I don't think she's going to end up playing with us tonight."

"Princess, is there anything I can do to help?" Karl asked as he turned to face me.

"Do you know how to fold a paper airplane? I've tried eight times and I'm about to burn this textbook over a stupid paper airplane," I sighed.

No joke, I was so incredibly frustrated that I could break down into a puddle of tears. I am a firm believer in if you don't succeed, just try and try again. But this is just a stupid paper airplane and it shouldn't be this hard to do. I'm literally going into medical bioengineering, but I can't fold a paper airplane? I don't deserve a degree.

"I can fold a paper airplane," Karl laughed, "let me help."

"You have no idea how frustrated I am over this," I huffed as I grabbed my papers and brought them over to Karl.

I pushed my desk chair gently across the room and sat next to Karl, watching his fingers carefully as he folded the plane. My jaw literally fell open when he handed me a perfect plane.

"You've got to be kidding me," I scoffed.

"You only need one?" Karl asked.

"No, I need freaking seven more," I sighed exasperated.

"Everything is going to be okay," Karl laughed, "I'll show you how to fold them."

"In all of my higher education, I have never struggled with something nearly as much as I struggled with making paper airplanes. Paper! Airplanes! My freaking hamartia is a paper airplane. Not procrastination or calculus or physics or quantum mechanics, paper freaking airplanes," I huffed, completely exasperated.

"What the hell is a hamartia?" Sapnap asked.

"A fatal flaw," I explained.

"You're really upset over a paper airplane," Punz laughed.