As I sit in my 19th century brown leather chair the clock slowly creeps its way to nine am. As the second hand gets close and closer to the 12 the nerves, jitters, butterflies, or whatever term you use for nervousness starts to mount. The reason being is that the once the clock strikes nine, my first official class as the Random Science teacher at Towson University begins. I find the new pen I just bought a few nights previous and start to tap it on the desk as the students start to file in.

I intentionally do not look at the students as they come in the class room. I know that some of them will eventually walk after my first few words. That way there is no false hopes, friendships or whatever it is that happens to narrow minded students.

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There it goes. The first bell of the new College year. I get up out my seat without looking up at them.
“Before anyone thinks of settling in, hear me out. This is a class of Random Science. Yes this is an elective but there is two types of people I do not want in here. The obvious ones being the ones who think this is going to be an easy grade. And then there are those that to me are a personal preference. If you are stead fast in believing in a god or religion. Those that believe that everything they read in your holy book and are told by your religious figure heads. I will be frank and up front with you. I do not believe in a God. I believe that religion is a made up farce by man to try and control people around them.”

I can’t help myself to look up and see that some of the students are un easy with my words. While others for some reason have a small smirk of satisfaction on there face.

“This is a class that will be about science and scientific theorys. It will not be a class where I have to argue and waste explaining why things in a bible are either false, or can be explained with science today…” a student raises her hand and catches me surprise.

“Yes my lady?”

He’s a brunette with blue eyes. Can’t be anything else then just a freshman. I can tell she is nervous by the shakiness of her voice. Which I just don’t understand. “How…. How are we suppose to trust… trust someone that has no moral values because he doesn’t believe in god. I mean we are suppose to be able to trust in our teachers right?”

“How can I trust in someone that blindly puts there faith in storys and books that have been handed down for thousands and thousands of years. People believe in a god they have never seen before. Have no evidence or proof that exists except for people saying they have spoken to a burning bush or a select few who have seen “God” when others can’t. But if someone was to go around saying these things today, they would most likely called crazy and thrown into a mental institution.”

She shakes her head and heads to the door. I look up at the rest of the class. “Is there anyone else that feels they need to leave? If so please do so now. Do not waste my time and the others here. You will automatically fail this class if I feel you are doing so. Anyone? Good. Please finish settling in.”

I get up from my desk and head over to the chalk board. I pick up the thin piece of chalk and write out my name. “ADRIAN CORNELL”. Not expecting anything other then students in there seats I turned around. As I thought, everyone is in there seats and is taking out there utensils for notes. Whether it be pen and paper. Pencils and sketch pads. Tap recorders. Whatever it is. Except for one. A guy up in the upper right hand corner of the theatre like sitting is sitting there frozen with his mouth open. Puzzled as in why I look all around with my arms out.

“Is there someone here son? Someone you don’t expect to see? Because I’m looking around and I don’t see anyone but students. Big whoop.”

“You… you sir.” He finally closes his mouth but still looks astonished. “I just got off the Anarchy Wrestling website and you are the newest talent.”

“Yo shit for brains. Wrestling is fake and this guy is a professor. And besides he is too damn skinny to be a wrestler.” Said the guy in the front row. Pretty much dressed as if he plays for the football team. Great I god a smart ass jock in my class.

I lower my head and smile a little bit. I am pretty sure I told James to not announce it for a while. But I guess I can’t expect him to abide by simple requests. “Really. That’s not suppose to be up yet. But yes I just penned a contract with them last week. But that is not what we are for.”

I clear my throat and finally begin class. “Put whatever it is that you away. You will not need it anymore today.” The shuffling of papers an bags fill the air as I pause and with for all of them to finish. “This class is named Random Science for the simple reason is that everything in here you learn will be random. There is no set curriculum or set course this class will take. Whatever it is you learn might be different from the classes later on in the day. The subjects we learn about, will come directly from the students. At the end of each class we will all take time to get each others opinions and vote on what the next class will focus on. There is only two rules. The ideas or subjects must be legal. I. E. we can’t learn to make bombs and grow weed for example” I hear a few laughs out in the class.

“Now for the rest of this class I have nothing planned. So before I let you people go we need to vote and decide to see what is we are going to learn come next class. The first three suggestions will be taken up for a vote.” I start to look around the halfway filled stadium seats and most people have small smiles on there faces. Probably based on the fact they can get out early without any penalty’s. Then a skinny guy with glasses puts his arm up. He looks like your stereotypical nerd. Not bad to have for this kind of class.

“Yes’em?” I ask.

“How about lightning.”

“Ok. Topic one. The reason for lightning and why it happens. Any others?” I say without much feeling in my voice.

The football jock raises his hand. “Yea. I want to know the science of how ‘Rasslers’” he makes quotations with his fingers, “have there ass beat every night and can come back the next day like nothing happened.”

I scowl at his remarks. Then I let a small smile creep from my lips. “Fine. We’ll have a lesson on the Science of wrestling and we’ll use you…” I put my hand out since I don’t know the kids name.

“The name is Jeff.” Said the jock.

“Ah good. We’ll use Jeff as the dummy.” Some the class laughs. Probably at the prospect of seeing one of the cocky football players get tossed around a little. “Ok now is there any other suggestions out there?” I look around and see no hands going up. Just smirks on most of the faces of the students.

“Alright then, raise your hands if you wish to learn the science of Lighting. Why it happens and what not.” I look around and only see about two hands out of 40 go up. One of them being Jeffs. I smirk a little at this fact.

“Ok. Just to make it official. Lets see a see a show of hands of who would like to learn the science of how Pro wrestling works. And yes. Wrestling, like anything else can be considered somewhat of a science.” 37 hands shoot up in the air. No I haven’t counted wrong. There is one idiot where multicolored sun glasses on his cell phone not paying attention. Hmm. I’ll deal with him later. “Alright then. Class dismissed. Remember to bring what ever knowledge of Wrestling you can as we will get started asap next time.”