It was a stray thought that entered into Jamie’s mind. It was unusual for a mid-semester change-up in instructors, but for the promising bright med student, it wouldn’t be too much of a problem. Then again, when one was born as a psion, med school tended to be a breeze. Was it an unfair advantage? Sure, but Jamie never let on. Ever since he discovered he had access to the entire psychic spectrum: from telepathy to telekinesis, he was sure to restrict his gifts to become a barely brilliant student. He couldn’t imagine how life would be life if anyone else knew his abilities. He was grateful the onset of his powers was during summer vacation back in his high school days: it gave him time to control and master his will, to shut out all the voices in his head, to prevent stray objects from floating around him, and to control his ability to read the historical and precognitive auras of the objects around him. Years and years later allowed him the wisdom and expertise to master his gifts. He held on to the notion that he was especially special, as he did this on his own. No mentor, no teacher, no wise bald professor guiding him along. No. He persevered. Walking into class, he did a brief almost involuntary scan of the minds around him. He then chuckled to himself of all the inside jokes he gleamed almost instantly as he sat down.
“So where’s this new o-chem teach? Mid-semester change-up and late?” he asked rhetorically to his fellow med students. Yes, Jamie had developed a bit of a douchebag persona. It allowed him to act the way he acted and keep no one from being the wiser of his abilities... at least until today....
