A Short Meeting in the Classroom of Thinking

-Ken sits alone in the room after classes when his friend Drake enters-

Drake:  Hey, man. I’ve been looking for you all over the place. That last test was a killer and I wanted to check what my best bud’s score was. So… what’d you get?

-Ken does not answer, and has his eyes focused on the window.-

Drake: Oh, come on.

-Drake walks over to Ken and makes a loud wailing sound like a dying cow-

Ken: What? Oh, it’s just you. What is it this time? Did one of the science experiments come alive? Did one of the freshmen reveal his esper powers? Is it finally the start of the zombie apocalypse? If not, then you should really stop wasting time. We only have a few weeks before graduation, after all.

Drake: Yeah, right. I should be saying the same to you, man. Look at you, staring out the window like a depressed puppy. You’re almost cute. *Chuckle*Besides, I’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m set to go to a university right after. I’ve got plans to be an awesome scientist who’ll rock the world, man. What are you gonna do after we graduate? Fly to Uranus or something?

Ken: Trust me, I would if I could. Anyway, I’m not really sure. I went to our homeroom teacher to ask for advice, and he gave me a few pamphlets for some well-known universities. I don’t think that’s my thing, though.

Drake: Hey, maybe you should become a bartender, bro. I bet you’d be good at it since you’re all “woohoo” with your hands.

Ken: I don’t think my “woohoo” would make me a good bartender, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my working days performing tricks and serving drinks in a bar for a living.

Drake: How’s about you be an artist? You’re pretty good at that stuff, bro.

Ken: Oh, please. The only art I make is clay people. It’s not worthy of being called artistic. It’s more like a mental exercise to prepare me for other things.

Drake: Well, you could always be a hobo. Roam the lands and all that stuff.

Ken: What the hell makes you think I’d want to be a hobo? I mean, seriously.

Drake: Fine, bro. You should just do what you want to do. It worked for Tanya, and it’ll work for you.

Ken: Who the heck is Tanya?

Drake: I don’t know, dude. I don’t know….

-An awkward silence sets upon the room, and birds are heard flying past the window-

Ken [Thinks to himself]: I don’t think I have anything that I’d like to do at the moment…. The only thing I really enjoyed here in high school was the learning part. I have our homeroom teacher to thank for that. I don’t think I’d ever have had any fun here if it wasn’t for that guy. What do I want?

Drake: Hey, dude? Are you listening?

Ken: [Not minding Drake] I know what I want to do now. Such a simple answer and it was right in front of me all along… how could I have been so blind?

Drake: So, what is it, man?

Ken: All these graduating students… are here because of people like him. I was once a failing student, and he pulled me up, and introduced you to me. I owe him a lot. Drake, I want to be like him. That’s what I want to do.

-Ken runs out the classroom door with a satisfied look on his face, leaving Drake to himself-

Drake: I don’t get it, man. I don’t get it.

-Drake jumps out the open window (It’s on the ground floor, bro.)-

Narrator: Graduation day closed in, and the time had finally come for them to part ways. Before they did, they remembered all that had happened before that day. Tears were shed, and at last they’d step into a new world.