Something unexpected (2)

The next day, I prepared my coffee and then organized my things to head straight to the university, acting as if nothing had happened. After getting my belongings ready, I headed for the exit of the house. However, as soon as I was leaving, my head started to feel a little dizzy. I wasn't bothered by it and continued with my daily routine, attending three classes of two hours each with breaks in between.

The first class was Statistics, a subject I love. I had no issues studying this subject; the teacher was great and did her job well, even if more than half of the students didn't agree with me. Some even thought I was a nerd, but to their surprise, I just read the material once or twice and it made sense. Anyway, let's skip that, it's not too important, or so I'd like to say.

The next two classes didn't go as well. The next one was Math with a teacher who, to put it nicely, wasn't very good at explaining and teaching. It seemed like he gave good grades only to girls. This class didn't go well, and I had that dizzy sickness again... What can I say? Like any student during the break after class, we complained.

"Oh Marian, this class sucks. Not only is the teacher not that good, but he also gives 9 and 10 grades to girls. For us, he gives 8 and 6, even though we said and did more than they did." Marian is a good classmate of mine whom I'm good friends with.

"And on top of that, my head is burning with rage."

"Well, why don't we leave early today and skip the last class, where we have an even worse teacher?"

"I'd love to, but I came to this university to learn more about economics. You do you, but I'm gonna stay!"

"Good luck in that boring class where that teacher misspells your name."

"Don't remind me!"

"Ha, ha."

After this conversation, he left, and I stayed because that class was important and it offered credits, which were necessary for advancing in the program. 'Not gonna lie, I really want to leave, but credits are credits,' I said to myself.

I got up in the class, did a small chat with other classmates, and waited for the most hell-ish class of the day. The teacher arrived, and 'Here we go again!' The teacher who turned everything upside down the way he taught, the way he talked, everything.

The class started as usual; he called out everyone's names to check for who's missing and who's not. Then, he came to my name, saying it while spitting it. The horror, boredom, and frustration towards that teacher grew with every mispronunciation of my name, even after correcting him. Despite answering most of his questions, I lost my temper. And then, somehow, I saw a little flame what came out of my fingertip. Shocked, I discreetly placed my hands under the table and tried my hardest to stop the flame without anyone noticing.

Classmates, having noticed the mispronunciation, corrected him for me, "Oh right, it's not Stefan, it's George. But if you don't mind, is everything good there, George?" Probably, he saw me acting strangely as I tried to put out the flame without burning my finger.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just a bit exhausted with finals and everything."

"There's nothing to worry about. Just get some rest whenever possible! And with that being said, let's continue where we left off. Ana, are you here?"

"Yessss… I'm here!" with her eyes rolled up, you could tell from that she's annoyed and wants to finish this class quickly.

I won't continue the detailed charade, but to summarize, he called out everyone's names and continued with the lesson. Meanwhile, I kept thinking of what had happened and how. Most importantly, I wondered why and how my finger had been on fire, yet I had no burns on my skin afterward.

No words were coming out of my mouth as I left the class, fearing what could've happen if I didn't stop that. All I could manage was a few "Goodbyes" to some classmates before heading home and collapsing onto my bed.

"Nothing makes sense. How? Just how and why??? There's no way, unless there's something I'm not aware of." A vague thought crosses my mind, but there's no way it could be related. Of course, the only thing on my mind was that meteorite that had fallen to Earth the previous night and the wish I had made at that time. "I don't want to admit it. No, nah, nope!"

I gave up on trying to understand, and eventually, I decided to watch an anime that had aired that day. In the middle of an episode, I fell asleep and found myself drifting back to that space I had been in the previous night. Everything looked the same, but it felt different.