About five minutes after I started walking, I stepped into Santa Monica High. Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that I live in California. Anyways, I was getting my books and heading to my first class: science. I actually kind of liked the class because our teacher was absolutely insane. Mr. Samson constantly did demonstrations that involved fire, explosions, and general mayhem. At one point, I thought he was a pyromaniac! Supposedly, he was doing another demonstration today, one that every single person in the class could take part in. I was interested, because all of his demonstrations were often repeated about three times to great effect so that we could all take pictures and videos with our phones. I reached the classroom, and pushed open the door.
I walked into class, early of course. “Jason Stephens, you’re early again,” Mr. Samson said without even looking at me. I used to wonder how he always knew who had just walked in the door without even looking. I eventually figured out that he had put small mirrors angled towards the door all around the science lab so he could always tell who had just walked in. Why, I have no idea. Maybe the guy’s paranoid. “Hey, Mr. Samson. I know I’m early, I’m just curious about today’s demonstration. I hope it’s a good one.” “Don’t you worry Jason, this one’s gonna be hot!” Oh, great. Whenever he says the word ‘hot’ to describe a demonstration, it usually means that something is either going to explode, incinerate, go up in smoke, vanish in a blaze of glory, etcetera. As much as I like this, half the time he sets off the smoke detectors, activating the sprinklers and sending fire trucks to the school. Guess it was time to pray that it didn’t happen this time. I really hate it when the sprinklers come on, cause all the girls start complaining about how it’s ruining their hair, clothes, whatever they can possibly complain about. From the way they moan and groan, you would think they melt when they get wet just like that witch in the Wizard of Oz! I took my seat, and waited for the rest of the class to come in. In about three minutes’ time, the rest of the class filed in sleepily and clumsily, half of them with headphones in their ears. Nobody could understand how Mr. Samson was so full of energy on a Monday morning when none of the students slept more than five hours the night before. Maybe it’s the coffee that all the teachers have with them in the morning. Anyways, once Mr. Samson took role and everybody had gotten ready to take notes, Mr. Samson stood in front of the class with a bucket, a bubble blower, and one of those lighters that was really long. What this was, I had no idea. “Okay class, today I’m going to be doing another demonstration, and it’s one that you can all take part in!” Instantly, the class let out a collective groan and started packing up their bags in preparation for the sprinklers. Mr. Samson pretended to ignore this, and continued with his talking. “Today, I’m going to be doing something very interesting that all of you can try. Here, I have a bucket of ice water, a bubble blowing toy, and a lighter. What do these things have in common, you ask? Well, I guess I’ll have to tell you, and trust me, this is gonna be great!"
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About five minutes after I started walking, I stepped into Santa Monica High. Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that I live in California. Anyways, I was getting my books and heading to my first class: science. I actually kind of liked the class because our teacher was absolutely insane. Mr. Samson constantly did demonstrations that involved fire, explosions, and general mayhem. At one point, I thought he was a pyromaniac! Supposedly, he was doing another demonstration today, one that every single person in the class could take part in. I was interested, because all of his demonstrations were often repeated about three times to great effect so that we could all take pictures and videos with our phones. I reached the classroom, and pushed open the door.
I walked into class, early of course. “Jason Stephens, you’re early again,” Mr. Samson said without even looking at me. I used to wonder how he always knew who had just walked in the door without even looking. I eventually figured out that he had put small mirrors angled towards the door all around the science lab so he could always tell who had just walked in. Why, I have no idea. Maybe the guy’s paranoid.
“Hey, Mr. Samson. I know I’m early, I’m just curious about today’s demonstration. I hope it’s a good one.”
“Don’t you worry Jason, this one’s gonna be hot!”
Oh, great. Whenever he says the word ‘hot’ to describe a demonstration, it usually means that something is either going to explode, incinerate, go up in smoke, vanish in a blaze of glory, etcetera. As much as I like this, half the time he sets off the smoke detectors, activating the sprinklers and sending fire trucks to the school. Guess it was time to pray that it didn’t happen this time. I really hate it when the sprinklers come on, cause all the girls start complaining about how it’s ruining their hair, clothes, whatever they can possibly complain about. From the way they moan and groan, you would think they melt when they get wet just like that witch in the Wizard of Oz!
I took my seat, and waited for the rest of the class to come in. In about three minutes’ time, the rest of the class filed in sleepily and clumsily, half of them with headphones in their ears. Nobody could understand how Mr. Samson was so full of energy on a Monday morning when none of the students slept more than five hours the night before. Maybe it’s the coffee that all the teachers have with them in the morning. Anyways, once Mr. Samson took role and everybody had gotten ready to take notes, Mr. Samson stood in front of the class with a bucket, a bubble blower, and one of those lighters that was really long. What this was, I had no idea.
“Okay class, today I’m going to be doing another demonstration, and it’s one that you can all take part in!” Instantly, the class let out a collective groan and started packing up their bags in preparation for the sprinklers. Mr. Samson pretended to ignore this, and continued with his talking.
“Today, I’m going to be doing something very interesting that all of you can try. Here, I have a bucket of ice water, a bubble blowing toy, and a lighter. What do these things have in common, you ask? Well, I guess I’ll have to tell you, and trust me, this is gonna be great!"
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