Morning came again with the elegance of a dropped brick.
The sun barely crept over the canopy, birds chirped with unbearable cheer, and Class C looked like a group of prisoners awaiting sentencing.
That meant it was a perfect day for drowning.
"Today's lesson," I announced, "is Improvised River Crossing—also known as Which of You Can't Swim?"
Immediately, Felix raised his hand. "I—"
"Too late," I cut in. "You're in charge of raft testing."
The groans were immediate. The confusion, even louder.
Wallace blinked. "Professor, we're not near any river."
I turned on my heel and pointed to the distant sound of rushing water.
"Then get walking, Paddle-for-Brains. Nature's obstacle course awaits."
The River:
Wide. Cold. Moving with all the gentleness of a drunk ox in a pottery shop.
Perfect for emotional damage and team-building.
Class C stared at it like it had personally insulted their ancestors.
"Build a raft," I said.
"With what?" Leo asked.
I smiled.
"With your minds."
