>It was my old middle school >at about five in the afternoon >The exterior is exactly like I remember, shabby, in ill repair despite being a private school. >Now moving toward one of the classrooms >Inside now and holy shit >Decked out like a 19th century manor >It's physics this period >"Take a seat" she says. >I move to the hearth where the bags are all placed >My bag, of which I was unaware, is now among them >Randomly, about the floor, Einstein's "Theory of relativity" atop Marx's "Das Kapital" >All ways stacked perfectly in this order, first editions >On my knees I shuffle to pick a pair from the crowd >"Why aren't we reading this" with the cover of "Das Kapital" facing to my teacher >bluntly "This is Physics" >"What about the other one?" >"What other one" >This remark distresses me greatly >I look down holding the tomes in my hands aside >Tears fill my eyes >I put both on the floor now the same way I held them, retrieving my exercise book from my bag as well as stationary >I sit with my teacher at a large round table >With us eight or so children >All stereotypical portrayals of pre-war British primary school children >Large heads, blonde hair slicked back or neatly pushed back with a hair-band >I open my book to see exercises that I had done to calculate the area of a triangle >I severely hate my teacher now for some reason >I collapse back to the floor desperate to read Marx's work and Einstein later >I know I can't read them without knowing the prerequisite stuff >So much to go through before the final treat >This though stirs me horribly >"What are you doing Jack?" >Light floods the room Why do I dream such things?
>>1447 I found that picture on the website of a Canadian school. I don't know how I got there but the pic was in the newsletter celebrating the opening of a school run performance about the first people of Canada. So yes he is mortally serious.