Smart Ass.

"The destiny I've chose is all becoming clear."-Trent Reznor

It's very rare that I surprise myself but I didn't fail at doing so, last friday.

I have this class, every other day that lasts for litterally two hours and the subject that we've found ourselves into was right up my ally. Time travel, it's theories and Physics. My only regret is that none of my friends or family was there to see me take over the class from my teacher and seriously go on for two entire hours about my knowledge of the subject.

For a little while there, I turned into a unliscened teacher!

I really, highly doubt that any of my classmates expected me to know about Stephen Hawking's theories and his concept of time or Arnold Sommerfeld's discovery of tachyon particals (Particals which are faster than the speed of light by x20!) and Tachyon pulses from all across the universe, epecially our galaxy.

I went on and on and on, and when some of my clasmates-turned-students got confused by the many theories I'd learned prior to the class (Like the possibility of slipping through wormholes  in our sleep because our energy levels are lowered enough to travel through demensions and time, as theorized by Albert Einstein), I just took my time to re-define my words and place them in different ways.

At some point, I got into the possibility of death being a loss of energy which finds it's way into the Quantum World [Energy finding themselves in the smallest pockets of Quantum particals] and re-connecting with each other in another demension.

I even drew examples on  the board of my personal ideas of what time is and what the different theories of time are from the theories of many different scientists. After the class, I went to lunch for a little while but got bored within seconds of being around the other dumb-asses my age, so I went back to Mr. Mendoza's room and we got into a great conversation about the possibilities of time traveling and escaping to other demensions. At one point our conversation lead into, our stances on religion which were EXACTLY the same but that's because we're smart people.

Anyway, he gave me a great compliment while he was talking to another teacher whom he'd pulled into the class to meet me: "I can hold a conversation with this kid that I can't even hold with a graduate student!", are the exact words he told the other teacher.

But like the Nine Inch Nails song, it really did feel as if the "whole world went away" while I was "teaching".

I guess I'm not the average seventeen year old, am I?