if a pig flies at 3 m/s...

Date: 10/14/2021

My Physics professor held our midterm in a huge auditorium. The lights were blinding and my heart was beating out of my chest. As he passed out our papers I could feel my stomach dropping. Minutes felt like hours, and yet I still didn’t have nearly enough time. My hands shook uncontrollably with each stroke of my pencil. I kept dropping my calculator on the ground. Loudly and abruptly, my professor called out my name and summoned me to his desk (although it was more of a throne). He accused me of cheating and banished me for my crimes. Next thing I knew, I was in the dining hall being forced to make soup for a bunch of farm animals. The pigs were eating faster than I could cook, and I had to haphazardly pour soup into their troughs.