Mat looked out the window of the school and down at the shore lines. The teacher continued to drone on and on about something that was supposed to be important or something.
"Bored again. Man I hate school," Mat said to himself putting his head on his desk.
Suddenly a pen exploded into the desk only a few feet from Mat's head. The pen stuck out of the desk, but there was a good half of the pen that was embedded into the desk. Mat looked up and saw half the class looking at him.
"Mat if you plan on sleeping in class everyday I believe I can make arrangements for a disciplinary slip," the teacher said sharply. "You may be very smart, but you don't apply yourself at all. Are you even writing notes down?"
Mat sighed and closed his eyes.
"Bioengineering is considered to be a very prestigious and meticulous art that uses one's knowledge of both magic healing and controlled science. The foundation of this work was only established after Asmen the Wise discovered the mix. Information was later leaked, many people began experimenting bringing all forms of healing from all the worlds into one world, this reaserch academy.
"To understand this concept you must learn every aspect of understanding which none of us apparently have because we're all sitting in school learning about it and apparently even you lack the understanding because you are explaining magic's role in genetics wrong."
"Then tell me what is magic's role in genetics?" the teacher asked sharply and irritatedly.
"Magic's role is to hold the bonds of different amino acids together because their bonds are proven not to be strong enough to stay together. You were explaining that magic is a side effect rather than an internal key factor. It is a simple mistake, but teaching it wrong leads me to stop listening and stare out the window more than fifty percent of your class period," Mat answered starting to look out the window again.
The teacher was furious, but Mat had been correct, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Mat....now if only you would pay attention....." the teacher started.
"Why?" Mat asked pushing up his glasses to where they shimmered an almost malicious gleam. "You're obviously not teaching me anything."
More furry radiated out of the teacher, but Mat stopped caring and went back to looking dazedly out the window. This was going to be a boring day indeed.
