It’s exactly an hour before lunch, she comes in and we greet her good morning. We open our textbooks and for the rest of the hour, our minds are brutally challenged as we are strained to explore the wonders of physics! Oh the saccharine excruciating pain of studying physics, a burden and a bore at a same time. Truth be told, I’d rather eat  vegetables than lay around in a room bound to answer questions about speed, velocity, wavelengths, and the rest of whatever scientists discovered made to complicate human life. To me, physics is like watching High School Musical with no songs in it. It’s Boring and time-consuming. I look at my watch and sigh only to find out that its still 7 minutes past 11 and I already feel like I skipped an entire generation. Bummer! 53 more minutes of Einstein and Gravity. I never really understood the art of physics. Regardless of how I know important it is, I still feel that it’s there to annoy me and remind me that I’m just an ordinary human being who has limited capabilities just like everyone else. I feel like it was created just to tell me that I can’t excel in everything I do. Numbers and I never get along. We’re like Jimmy and Cindy, Dexter and Dee-Dee and even worse than Tom and Jerry. It’s something I’ve learned to accept. Don’t get me wrong. Being a pessimist with this issue is the last thing I would be. I’ve simply accepted that number-related subjects just aren’t my thing -especially physics. As my teacher tackles more about momentums and equilibrium, my mind continues to drift off to ‘LaLa’ land. She writes so many things in the board then looks at my classmates for approval. I force happy thoughts to occupy my mind to relieve myself from all the ‘’problems’’ that are given to us. I check my watch and there are only 4 minutes left till happy hour. I come down from the clouds and I still can’t stand the sight of seeing so many equations originally calculated by people who are no longer here. Dang it! 4 more minutes. . .4 more minutes of elasticity and sound waves. I attempt to digest everything the teacher is saying as I sit dumbfounded. She continues to enumerate names of dead people and then shifts from writing down scientific terms- I know, is impossible to utter. I drop my pen just to keep myself busy and as I am about to pick it up, I hear the irritating sound of the bell. Yes, the bell! What a joyous and delightful moment! I stretch my arms and sport my biggest smile as we all stand up, replying to my teacher’s goodbye. Oh physics. I thank God for letting me get through the whole hour without passing out or vomiting or anything drastic due to intense boredom. I now have to brace myself for another humdrum discussion of physics for tomorrow.

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