Time as Interpreted by Me

Time as Interpreted by Me

One day walking home from school George looked and saw a police chase. Thinking nothing of it he continued to walk home, keeping his coat over him so as to keep out the winter chill. It was dark outside, since he had to stay at school for an afternoon rehearsal of the dance, considering that he is on the student counsel. He had to prepare and to be prepared and had to know the dances and the other duties he had to perform at the dance. Unbuttoning his overcoat he took out a syringe. Carefully finding a vein, he realized where he was, calling it up from his unconsciousness. Quickly he threw the syringe off the bridge, that cold dark rainy night. Recovering his breath he moved off quickly, down the streets of the metropolitan area, and off the enormous bridge and finally into his home.

Closing the door he put his house keys away on the old basket hung up near the door frame. Freaked out by the day’s events he rushed up stairs to his room, scared that one of his family members might see him. He lay down on his bed and recounted the events in his head.

At school he was one minute talking to a girl he had met the day before, during a break of class, and found himself slowed, suddenly he thought time slowed down. It seemed that the girl he was talking to held a word too long, as if she had become ill or retarded in the art of speech craft for some reason. But that wasn’t all, for also in the peripheral vision of the cornea of his eye he could distinguish everyone seem to just hesitate for a split second, even less perhaps. But just as he felt it in his body, the slowed process and heart rate it was gone, everything was back to normal.

During physics he started working on his problems that were assigned him and suddenly he was asked by the teacher what the answer was to one of them, to show the rest of the class on how to do it.

He replied “I haven’t even looked at the problem.”

The teacher replied, “We can wait.”

So that is what he did, went to reading the problem and started figuring it out, getting excited for the fact he didn’t need paper to do it since it was so easy. He worked it out, raised his hand.

The teacher said, “I thought you hadn’t read it?”

Before he processed the information he spoke out, “The answer is six times ten to the third Newton—Meters.”

There was a silence in the class; no one knew what to think.

“He just looked in the back of the book,” said a student.

“No I didn’t, look, I will show you.” So he went up to the white board and did the problem. The teacher was surprised, the students were surprised, and then the bell rang.