[Center][h3][color=seagreen][u]Peter[/u][/color][/h3][/center]

Whispers of excitement leaked through the cracks in the door frame of room 116. There was a sign taped upon the door, waiting for any outside spectator to stumble upon and read. It was crudely made: two  pieces of sky blue construction paper taped together to account for the big block letters that spanned its surface. These large green symbols spelled out a playful message to anyone looking to enter into Professor Kalenki's world. '[color=seagreen]No admittance allowed to persons NOT wanting to view something spectacular.[/color]' Students who had experienced his class the year before (the experimental year as Kalenki would call it forever afterwards) and those that were in it now knew from experience the true meaning of this periodically appearing message. Today was a lab day. That meant chemical reactions, flashes, possibly even flame or controlled explosions. The sharp smells of a perfectly balanced equation. The anticipation could hardly be contained within the classroom. Not only were these the students' favorite days, but also their ever smiling teacher.

Past the door and the sign, one would step into a classroom with a pleasant amount of disorganization to it. One would immediately be able to feel the buzz of every students' atoms vibrating together with the exhilaration of experimentation. On a counter across from the entrance way, a pile of books, planners and many assorted papers had been banished. The inexperienced teacher had required his desk for the purpose of this lab, just in case and spills or mishaps occurred. So, instead of cleaning off the space and finding a proper place for everything, he had decided a simple relocation would be easier. His students weren't much better considering their maturity. Upon the order to organize, multiple thumps sounded as every one of them simply dropped their bags into the floor's not-so-gentle embrace. Peter always cringed when this happened, wondering if these students knew the value of the objects they possessed and figuring no, no they did not.

Nicole Brene was the exception to the rule. With delicate fingers, she neatly placed her belongings into every carefully designated location. Then, she tucked the entirety of her possessions beneath her desk and sat up with her eyes focused steadily on Professor Kalenki. The dark haired man felt a wave of discomfort come over him as his scanning eyes (having been searching for any students still reading through the directions) met with hers. He was raw and inexperienced and still believed he should like every last one of his students no matter what, but this one tested his beliefs. She was always so serious, so intense, about school. Peter would find himself falling off into a tirade about the wonders of evolution, of what used to be versus what is now, and just how gosh dang [i]cool[/i] it was -pardon his language. However, by the end, he would look up and see the coffee colored hand of Ms. Nicole Brene and she would ask  him if this was going to be on the test. She didn't [i]understand[/i] that information could be for more than just passing a class. She took notes directly from his words, not even bothering to put her own interpretation to things like he loved, he [i]encouraged[/i].

Clearing his throat, he smiled and ignored the prickles across his spine spurred on by her fixed stare. [color=seagreen]"So this experiment is a little tricky, easy to mess up if you don't follow the directions right, so I'm going to ask all of you to wear goggles-"[/color] There went Nicole's hand again, demanding attention and clarification. [color=seagreen]"Yes, Nicole?"[/color]

[color=brown]"How will we know if we mess up?"[/color] She asked, her eyes fixed on the wrong details once again.

Peter paused for a moment, thrown from his train of thought with a harsh force. Hustled off by border patrol, growling that he didn't have proper papers in a thick Russian accent. [color=seagreen]"Well, part of the fun is not knowing."[/color] Her gaze didn't waver from his. Waiting for a proper answer, he supposed. [color=seagreen]"Generally once you start smelling smoke, you've boiled it down too much. Since I never smell smoke, I guess I never mess up~"[/color] He grinned at his joke while bits of the class laughed and everyone else groaned. That joke, along with all it's variations, seemed to be getting a little old.

[color=brown]"How long [i]should[/i] we boil it for?"[/color]

Peter sighed. He really wanted to talk with Jeremiah again. It was embarrassing, but he was really missing the sound of the musician's voice.