Professor Popkins stood in his cabinet, observing the straight geometrically regular forms of the school yard outside his window. He noticed a girl kicking her car furiously, just some twenty yards away, which made his brows rise a little more higher in incredulity, as such emotions made little sense to him. Meticulously, he noticed, that the student was late for her class.<br/>He was thinking, should he take a leave for today, claiming ill, or ignore the guzzling feeling he had in his head, which suddenly visited him and were going to stay.<br/>The break would soon end, he realized. Sighing and fixing his glasses, he went back to his class.