The Plane Crash

I can't be late today. Something horrible and important is happening in lecture today and it's essential that I stay to endure this horrible and important thing. Today is the day I get to spill my beans onto a sheet filled with unanswered questions to suggest to the people above me that they should reconsider denouncing me as someone that can contribute to society.

I walk in and the lecture hall is littered with people shuffling their papers like ants eating a strawberry ten times their size: frantic from realizing how large the strawberry actually is up close. They still have a few minutes to squeeze in as many bites as they can before it's taken away for their examination. The professor walks in and I can see everyone surrendering to him with their eyes. "Hello passengers, this is your pilot speaking, I'm sorry to have to inform you of this, but the plane is plummeting into the ocean and there is nothing I can do about it."

The professor's servants pass out the papers with looks of ease on their face. I always find myself so envious of their stressless position in this merciless knowledge chamber. There is a surge of shuffling and the test has begun. You can almost here the pencils dancing just above the paper as their wielders fearfully realize how much of the strawberry was left uneaten. There is more shuffling as the room searches for some light in the dark, unknown abyss that is the exam. The interior's of the students are beginning to crumble. Watching my peers take their tests around me is like watching kamikaze jets make their final plunge for the sake of their grades. Do everything you can. Write whatever you can think of.

"Pencils down" the professor says, as if to imply that that entire test was just a simulation. A simulation we didn't know we were partaking in. We all look up from the wreckage to see if the people we boarded the plane with are still alive. Oh yes there is the fat man with the hawaiian shirt, and the woman who complained about the food. They are all here.

The heat from the blazing fire of anxiety departs with my face. It's all out of our hands now. The plane has crashed and I'm not allowed to go back so might as well help this flaming debris off this poor man's leg. We all knew we couldn't go back in time, and we relish all the comfort that that offers. We turn our tests into the nonchalant servants and exit the simulation to go about our regular business with one less dilemma haranguing our minds. Until the next trip of course.