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@thebrycecallahan
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
I couldn’t have been more than four. I was jealous because he was starting school again and I still wasn’t old enough to go.
My brother has always been fairly nice to me.
You were that clever at four? I'm incredibly impressed. I'm the older brother so I never had that sort of jealousy happen......but I've been jealous.
That's good to hear.
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
I made a baking soda bubble bomb and tried to replace my brother’s sandwich with it. Unfortunately, it exploded before I could shut his lunchbox.
That would have been surprising for him.How old were you when you did that? I've never done thing's like that to my brother, but he definitely deserved to be messed with.
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
Really? Hmm that’s probably right.. okay I’ll just refer to you in the article as the man who tries to climb women like trees then.
No please. Don't tell people about that. That's our secret Sera shhh.
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
Alright, well if that came to be, then I’ll make sure to use an alias. Maybe I’ll go with something inconspicuous like Mr. Talks to plants when he’s drunk.
That isn't inconspicuous.......I think everyone knows about the plants.
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
I remember my first “accidental” explosion.
What was it?
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
What is it about? There was a vote about it, I guess. Apparently, I’m not as lazy as I thought I was. Doing experiments sounds a lot more fun than listening to a guy gnaw on his pencil for forty-five minutes.
It's about creating thing's as opposed to just watching videos. I mean most science is to make the work a better place.....Or making a death ray. If that is what you want to do, you should sign on for a science class that does lab work. I have room in one of my classes if you can;t find one that works.
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
I hope I won’t be having to write up any stories about how some kid got his arms blown off because his teacher showed him how to make things explode.
If you have to please don't put my name in it, cause if any kid is blowing off their arms, it isn't my fault they can't follow instructions.
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
We’ve mostly just been watching videos about Volcanoes. I thought we’d get to do something with that but I guess not. Just more videos. Maybe, yeah. I could talk to my teacher about it. Or whoever does that.
Science isn't about watching movies. I don't understand how that's a class. At least the teacher should have you guys make volcanoes. I think you can talk to a teacher about it.
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
I took Earth Science because I thought it’d be an easy A. So far we’ve only collected rocks. Right now, I’m kind of regretting my decision.
That doesn't sound like science at all. That doesn't sound like much of anything.You could see if you could transfer out. it wont be an easy A, but you'll probably have more fun.
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
Should I expect loud noises coming from your classroom?
It's safe to assume that it's going to happen. Some students don't like following instructions even though they're simple. It makes my job harder.
Are you single? ;)
Yes there is one of me.
My class asked me to teach them how to make something explode
I thought about telling them, but the odds are it will happen anyway if they followed the instructions wrong.
Um
What day is it?
(coffee's for closers) || Bryce & Bee
Bee found it singularly shocking that she had a tutoring session that day. Again, she had forgotten about an important event right up until the last minute. Had she forgotten to remind herself? Bee got up from the floor, where she was tossing her clothes into sorted piles, and checked the fridge which had upon it all her written reminders. Nope. She had written one, with her thin, loopy cursive that said, “tutoring with bryce callahan today. dont forget textbooks and journal". She supposed that it might have been the upcoming stress that the next few weeks bore for her. Fortunately, Bee had gotten a job as a barista at Hazel’s. Hopefully, she’d also get the job at World Records; being a barista didn’t offer the best of pay, but Bee had to take what she could get. Besides, that Dexter Barnaby didn’t seem half bad. He definitely had enough energy for the two of them, that is. Bee sighed and looked through her assorted piles of clothes, messing up her peculiar system to find a pair of tattered tight jeans and a rather plain, grey v-neck sweater that she had grown quite fond of in the last month. Putting those aside on her bed, as she was the sort of person to change at the last minute, she left to put on some makeup. She flicked a streak of black eyeliner onto her lids. A bit of mascara; a dab of some old lip stain that was running out anyways. She was actually a tiny bit excited for the tutoring. Bryce Callahan seemed to understand and admire science in the way she did art and philosophy. It was intriguing; it drew her in, like a bee to honey. Bee always thought that science was for cold-hearted capitalists that were just trying to become millionaires and shun philosophy and religion. Bryce Callahan presented science differently. It seemed more noble and essential with him. He was trying to help others and he seemed to depend on science the way one would depend on air. She found it all so curious. As she floated about in her reverie, Bee realized they had not yet set a place for them to meet. Should she call? It would probably be best, she thought while brushing her hair. Bee dialed Bryce’s number and put her phone on speaker. As she waited for him to pick up, she tugged her rather large “Renata Rocks College!" t-shirt over her head to exchange it for her grey sweater. It was a bit of a struggle, as Bee found herself slightly stuck in the neck of the t-shirt. Hearing the click of the phone and vaguely a voice greeting her, she panicked, still writhing within her shirt. “Uh," Bee stuttered in what she hoped was an intelligent way. “Right, hello Bryce. I was, uhm, wondering where you wanted to meet for tutoring?" She finally escaped from her shirt, thank god, and carefully slipped on the sweater. “And do you need me to bring anything in particular?" Bee slipped on her jeans, finally looking presentable.
Since school had started up again, Bryce barely had any time to work on any of his personal projects, so getting a bit of space to fiddle around with one of his experiments was a considered a huge feat. At times the scientist could be disillusioned by being a teacher. He was a sub, which meant he usually received less respect than a permanent hire. Most of his students also hated science and were incredibly disruptive. It was enough to kill the spark of delight he had in teaching someone else about something. It didn’t though.Bryce’s motivation to help others as enough to keep him still invested in his work. There was also the added fact that his brother was back in town. Bryce was always the one who was overlooked and now that Graham had fallen from grace it was so much easier to try to make it out on his own. He wasn’t constantly compared to " the better brother."
His hands fumbled with tools a he tried to get a good enough hold on the coils. The tips of his fingers were always burned from working and the young man always seems to never remember gloves as fiddled around with one of his projects. He also forgot to eat and sleep and that always seemed like the more important thing to remember. If Bryce had been thinking clearly he would have remembered that he had set up tutoring with Bee Somerville, yet he forgot everything when he was in his work mindset. Everything else seemed to just disappear. It was always like he wasn't in control when he worked.
When Bryce's phone started to ring, he nearly jumped out of his seat in surprise. No one ever called him usually. If they did it was probably the wrong number or her mother talking his ear off. Bryce realized he didn't have an active social life if those were the people calling him. Sure, he had Sera, but it was pathetic to be able to count all your friends on one hand. Bryce picked up the phone greeting Bee on the other line. She had reminded him about their tutoring session and with that Bryce's thought patterns became more cognizant. " Yeah. Um, we can meet over at the college. I think one of the lab classrooms is open today. You don't need to bring anything aside from the material you need help studying. So maybe the books?" Bryce replied as he tried to wipe off his hands from the fragments that had been coating his finger tips. " I'll meet you outside the science building. Is that alright?" Bryce asked as he ran through his apartment, trying to figure out if what he was wearing looked presentable enough to tutor someone. He didn't need to get as dressed up for when he was teacher a class, but he really didn't have the best grasp on fashion in general.
