“You’re wrong!” I exclaimed emphatically to the ‘tard standing in front of me. My anger boiled over as the class egged me on. I couldn’t understand how the educational system could’ve hired such an incompetent scumbag. “It’s on page 42, take a look if you don’t believe me. Maybe if you’d simply take a look at the book before pretending to teach us something that you don’t know about you wouldn’t have to be a substitute teacher. You could work your way up to the esteemed position a full-fledged eighth-grade science teacher.”

It was a dark and stormy night, though wasn’t much different than the previous 30 or so nights. It had been raining nonstop for more than a month and we were beginning to wonder whether the sun had gone on vacation. News reports mentioned serious flooding, and I knew I had to check it out.

I decided to go with a friend because, well, he had a truck, and trucks were higher off the ground. We weren’t entirely sure where to go so we thought we’d start by surveying the flooding at known low-lying bits of road that were nearly in contact with the river. This strategy paid off on two fronts.

Dr. Stevens was pretty excited. He had never seen such a strange molecular pattern, man-made or otherwise. He had yet to figure out what was unique about the conditions within a meteor, or how God had lined up those little particles like that, but fortunately for him it was nothing he was going to have to reproduce.

He looked down at his watch frowned. He was going to be late for dinner… Again, not that that bothered him. He glanced down at his notes one more time, more for good luck than anything else, and hurried from his lab.

Hiking is always more difficult than I expect. I keep a jolly demeanor for the first third of the trip, joking and laughing with my party as we casually ascend. The second third is a bit more like the little engine that could. I chug along, determination on my face, as I chant a mantra to myself. “I think I can, I think I can.” This leads us to the final third, a slow plodding, accompanied by some angry muttering, and a growing sense of regret.

It was a foggy summer day in London, but people were going about their normal business. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Here, a homeless man was begging for change. There, a youth with a large pointy belt, and dangling bits that didn’t belong. But then again who could keep up with current trends in fashion?

If you weren’t paying close attention, you probably wouldn’t have seen it begin. You probably wouldn’t have noticed as the street’s homeless men gathered and began walking down the street in a slow jerking motion. And, you probably would’ve been startled as the chorus of “brains” grew louder and louder.