I stared at the bonus point problem on my

I stared at the bonus point problem on my chemistry exam. My God! I not only knew how to solve it, I understood its significance. I looked up at my professor. She knew that I knew

and I knew that she knew that I knew. We knew. It was time. Time to quit this charade of indifference. Time to let nature take its course. Only, it turns out that what my professor

expected was different from what I wanted. I was certainly not indifferent anymore, but I wasn't sure I was on the same page as my professor. He soon realized that, and I realized

that he realized that. I approached him timidly. "What do you want here?" I asked, my eyes cast downward on my paper. "The right answer, of course." my professor answered, winking.

Then my professor cuffed me in the back of the head. "Approach me again, this time with balls!" I sheepishly tried to ask what he meant by- SLAP! He hit me with a copy of Paradise

Found, his own original screenplay. "I, uhh- uh... Milton was a twat?" "That's more like it!" he bellowed, smacking me across the face with the screenplay again. "W-what was that

y sense of maniness when it cracks like that. It's so embarrassing. A fully grown man's voice cracking. I shuddered inside. I hope no one noticed it. I proceeded towards

the lady sitting at the bar with her head in her hands. She looked sad. I rung the bell. "What would you like sir?" "One drink for the upset lady. On the house." I edged towards

the woman, but was delayed by the bartender smacking my head. "You want a drink for somebody, you pay for it." After sighing at shelling out ten bucks, I noticed her head FELL OFF.