St. Langdon and that city called Adolexis

A rant....errr maybe an intro.... nah precisely a rant

"....And thus we can see how Stoke's theorem establishes a relation between the line integral and surface....."

Physics does get boring at times. When it's mathematical physics, that is.

Hm.

Hi, the name's Niara. I am a 19 year old brunette. I have a serious problem with tentacles, twats, teenagers and mathematical physics.

Life can be hard when some guy named Gauss or Fourier or Maxwell invades not just your books, but even your nightmares. And it gets worse when they are quoted by people with weird moustaches. Stoke's theorem was indeed a pain, but the professor was not a very great help. I was sub-consciously drawn to his weird jawline and even weirder line of hair right under his nose which was so out of place for a face which looked as though it would give up anything and everything right now to be in an elementary school with cuteness and happiness around.Rather the poor guy was forced to snuggle his baby face into the community of open-mouthed nerds who'd gulp down theorems like a dog on crack. Yes, Professor Brown's face just looks sadly innocent if not for his paedophilic moustache.

The prof would rather look at me then anyone else in the classroom as I was one of the five girls in the class and I was the closest to being cute. All the other four girls had their hair made up like Marilyn Monroe and wore expressions descended right from Marie Curie. Apparently it's quite the 'in' thing in the city of Adolexis. The guys all wore glasses thick as clouds during hurricane Charley; and most of them looked like they need to jerk off, like right now. Nah, maybe it's just because I stood out the most in my branded clothes and highlighted hair. Yes, my folks were loaded. Or probably because I had a perfect 4.0 GPA in the bygone semester. Yeah that must be it.

Let me tell you this right now. I don't mean to brag but I'm a super genius when it comes to physics. I was only few marks short of the cut off in Trinity College. So, much to my folks, if not much to my own, dismay; I had to go for the second best college in this whole freaking world, that is,St. Landon's in the city of Adolexis.

Hey now. It's not my fault you can't find this city in any map of the world. Point your pitch forks at the author, she might be from a parallel universe.

Anyway, St. Langdon's as an institute of higher studies was, to me, a bliss. The professors were all extremely cool and announced holidays for no reason. This college does not just give you a simple formal education, in fact it develops your survival skills so you are completely prepared for the third world war. For instance, our classroom hardly had enough room for 15 students, but yet we manage to squeeze the way in for 25 students. We had but just one laboratory, which fosters teamwork between students. Each day after class we have to rush for our practicals faster than  you would when someone's throwing out free crack; for our lab had precisely TWO perfect equipments, which solidifies into us the fact that life is a race and only the fastest survives. And though most of the lectures in my class go along the lines of "It's not God! It's relativity!" or "There's no big man upstairs! The freakin' moon causes tides!"; St. Langdon's would never let us become a bunch of ungrateful atheism-chauvinistic pricks because we literally had to pray to the equipments to work. And of course, our college also gives us valuable life lessons. Something like the Searle's apparatus would never show the slightest deflection even if the whole weight of the earth rests on it; because such is life, kids.

So after a long eventful, fruitful, hectic day at college I come back to my college hostel room to my room mate. Her name's Jade and she's a chemistry buff; and that one thing more annoying to me than mathematical physics in terms of studies was Chemistry. Apart from my occasional outburst on how physics was the king of all sciences which led to her outbursts on how chemistry was sooooooooooo much better; we were perfect. She's this normal outgoing friendly chick who complements my weird self derogatory perverted self like zero and infinity. She absolutely has no problems with my sudden jumps at night to rock out to metal music or my ideas of scanning my nostrils and posting the results on facebook, well, apparently. She is even cool with my stories of how I could never get enough time to practice mathematical physics which ultimately led to my losing a seat in Trinity because I was too busy stalking Billie Joe Armstrong; well, apparently. And of course I was cool with her occasional headaches and snoring.

So there we were talking about how great St. Langdon's is and how it is going to surpass even Trinity in ranks one of these days when the hostel warden came into our room with a benevolent smile plastered to her face.

The next thirty minutes were for the warden to speak and she said something which sounded to me like a culmunation of how our room was big enough to accomodate three girls and about how I needed to get a life. I don't remember listening to the details; and  Jade later filled me in. Some newbie was to become our room mate; and Jade looked awfully delighted.

"Heh! Is it really something you should be very happy about?"

You see personally I don't mind Jade but I suck at meeting new people. And none of my room mates in my entire life lasted with me as long as Jade; because I'm a terrible being of hell and I'm not even kidding.

"Well I don't know. But it would be refreshing to have someone new at the least. Besides, she'd be a junior, she'd be like a little sister.", Jade said and then the next ten minutes went along the line of 'how I always wanted a little sister' stuff.

So there's a new girl coming into my room to live with me. We'll be fighting our way through life together. Maybe we'll make memories as sisters. Maybe she'll be a twat who loves candies. Maybe Jade will finally find a decent partner or maybe I'll take a s**t on both of their heads. What might be the other possibilities? I calculate until I sleep the night out.

A storm was awaiting, and it was not just the new girl.

 

Author's Note

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