“...
And judging by the extremely complex theories surrounding the concept of Time
Travel, it is safe to say that we will not be able to succeed in travelling
forwards or backwards in time with today’s technology. If the possibility of
travelling through time were successful, it would take at least another few
years before we are capable of building that kind of high-powered technology
needed to transport us into the past or future, depending on what one is
easiest. However, considering that no matter which way you travel, whether it
is to the past or future, you are always going to be confronted with the
near-impossible-to-figure-out paradoxes, thus making the process completely and
truly unpredictable.
“In
conclusion, we as a generation may not be able to visit the past or future as
there are far too many complications along with Today’s soon-to-be outdated
technology, but given enough time and patients, I believe that we will be able
to meet our ancestors or our great, great, great - grandchildren.”
“Thank
you for listening.”
The
whole class clapped at Amy’s presentation. Her whole body deflated with relief
that it’s over and sat down at her seat at the back of the class. I remember
when I had to do my presentation. I wanted to write about Time travel as well,
but considering that Amy had picked the same, I thought I wouldn’t copy her and
do the second thing that interests me most. The entire thing from beginning to
the end was the worst ten minutes of my life, and most certainly the longest. I
dropped my notes as I was walking to the front of the class so I was already
bright red with embarrassment by the time I started. My hands couldn’t stop
shaking throughout and my voice constantly cracked with nerves. My presentation
was about how the Universe works and its many features including the many
billions of galaxies, trillions of stars, and the many exoplanets that
scientists have discovered floating around outside of our own solar system. I
did manage to get through it, but stumbling over my words every now and again
did not help one bit. But, despite everything being against me, I managed to
secure myself a respectable C grade. The moment the presentation ended and I
was allowed back to my seat, I deflated as if someone took a pin and stabbed my
chest with it. I practically ran back, which wasn’t the best thing to do
considering I nearly tripped over my own feet, but luckily I smoothly
transitioned from falling over to making it look as if I was going to sit down
in one move, and no one was any the wiser.
“And
thank you for that well written and spoken presentation,” our English teacher,
Mr Jones said, as soon as the clock ticked over to four O’clock, signalling the
end of the class, and the end of the school year as well. In a
well-orchestrated routine, everyone packed away their belongings, stood up from
their desk and headed towards the door.
“Not
just yet,” he said. “First of all, I need everyone to hand it their homework.”
Everyone stopped in their tracks, looking puzzled.
“What
homework,” Peter said.
“Are
you telling me that none of you have done the homework that I set for you last
week,” he said looking around with a disappointed expression.
“You
didn’t set us any,” Peter spoke up for the class again.
There
were a couple of pregnant seconds before Mr Jones cracked a smile and started
laughing. “Your faces,” he chuckled.
That’s
Mr Jones for you. Likes to play jokes on the class.
Despite
his constant playing around, we always come out of his lessons having learnt something,
and smiling at how pleased we were at having learnt that piece of information,
no matter how small it was.
The
entire class sighed in unison, Mr Jones stepped to one side to let us out, and
we all bundled out of the door.
My
home wasn’t that far away, it was only a couple of minutes’ walk away from
college, allowing me to not worry about missing the bus or train and instead
have a relaxing walk home each day.
“Hey,
wait up,” Tom, my best friend, said. His last lesson of the day was Maths and,
like me with English, he had a natural talent for it. He could work out the
most complex of sums - well, they are to me anyway - in hardly any time at all.
Tom
doesn’t live that far from me so we always meet up when going to college and
say goodbye halfway to home. Tom was the same height as me, about 5’5, dark
hair, brown eyes, round face, great personality, and always have something
funny to say no matter what the situation is. Tom was the kind of person that
could come up with something witty without warning and with ease. It was as if
his brain was a wit-making factory that never fails to make a dodgy product.
“How
was your day?” Tom asked.
“Not
bad, you?”
“Could
have gone better. I forgot my science assignment, didn’t I? I put it on the
sodden counter this morning and completely forgot to put it in my bag before I
left for college.” He has a habit of doing that. He was notorious for
forgetting his maths homework all throughout high school, which the teachers
were not happy about one bit as you can imagine.
“But
that’s alright,” he said, “I’ll hand it in tomorrow.”
“You
do realise that today is the last day of term before the summer holidays, don’t
you?”
“I
do,” he said, “but there is always a limbo stage between the last day and when
they hand all assignments to be graded,” he explained.
“And
they’re letting you do that?” I asked more surprised than sceptically.
“They
always allow you to do that,” he said as if I should have known that.
“Fair
enough,” I shrugged. “Learn something every day.”
“Oh,
and you’ve never forgotten anything before, for school or college.”
“No,”
I said simply, proudly.
“Oh,
yeah, you haven’t, have you,” he said, cocking his head to one side just as he
realised that.
“Come
on,” I said, chuckling to his mannerisms, “I’ll buy you a Mars bar on the way home,”
because I fancied one myself.
“Can
I have a Snickers instead?” Tom asked.
“But
I thought Mars was your favourite,” I stated, confused.
“It
was, but lately, they’ve become a bit sickly, you know, almost as if I don’t
like them anymore.”
“Ah,”
I smiled, knowing what exactly has happened, prompting Tom to ask me through
his confused expression.
“You’ve
over exposed yourself to them,”
“I
don’t understand,” Tom said, intrigued.
“Well,
your favourite chocolate bar is Mars, and so you’ve had one every day on the
way home from school and college, very rarely without fail. Your body has
gotten bored, forcing you to have something else. In some extreme cases, people
can suddenly find themselves allergic to their favourite foods because their
bodies have gotten bored and reject the food.”
“Oh,”
Tom said simply. “That’s rather scary if you think about it, at any point your
body could reject pizza.”
“Yeah,
that is a scary thought, but I’m not sure if I have it as frequently as you had
a Mars bar.”
“Well,
either way, you’ve learnt something new and now me, too. Consider us even.”
“If
you like.” I agreed.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Antony Hudson
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