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SOMETIMES A HELIX IS A CIRCLE By Michael Thomas IN THE HALLWAYS THEY whispered: fight after school norms against mods revenge for thedestroyed solar cells in the Prestons’ car. No way I thought but at lunch my friends and Idecided to hang around the playground after school just in case. As the day wore on theclassroom dulled the odds on the fight being the only equation to catch my attention. Mr.Dalton as always caught me daydreaming. “Eric” Mr. Dalton said “Have you ever considered using that brain your parents bought foryou” Mr. Dalton taught the modified gene type advanced class. I have never met anyone who smiled asmuch as Mr. Dalton the expression seemingly etched into his thin face permanent wrinklesbunched around his cheeks from the effort. He prowled behind us smiling hands clasped behindhis back his head bobbing on his long neck like some bird of prey. “The logarithm Eric” I stared at the probability model on my monitor shrugged my shoulders and said “How abouttwo four time” He stared at me for a moment finally got the joke. His smile stretched tighter across histeeth. Along the circle of terminals my mod classmates stared at me as if I was a somewhatamusing monkey. The bell sounded dismissing the advanced classes. I waited for an hour in the parking lotuntil the norms were dismissed
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