School Tale
“Good Catch!” My friend smiled as if saying to my skillful catching of a pen case
which flew over several heads in a high school math class.
It drew a beautiful line in an
arc and perfectly landed in my hands while our classmates seemed busy...
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School Tale
“Good Catch!” My friend smiled as if saying to my skillful catching of a pen case
which flew over several heads in a high school math class.
It drew a beautiful line in an
arc and perfectly landed in my hands while our classmates seemed busy and quiet with
formulas of Mr.
Okamoto, a math teacher in my school days.
I asked my friend to pass
my pen case left on his desk in lunch time.
What I meant by my gesture was to pass it
through not over our classmates.
To my very surprise, my friend, I don’t even recall who,
just threw it to me in a moment when Mr.
Okamoto was not watching us.
I replied to him
“thanks,” but, by the moment I caught my pen case, Mr.
Okamoto had already turned
toward us and saw who caught it, not who threw it.
Mr.
Okamoto did not move at all.
He froze and stared at me.
He glared with accusing
eyes.
Although he kept a plastic smile like the Joker in “Batman,” apparently he was not
happy about what he saw.
And his motionless pause made me feel
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