There were many reasons why the idea of going into Professor Buttercup’s room was the equivalent of 523 bombs going off in my cerebrum. (Correction, there was nothing equal to the idea of going into Professor Buttercup’s room. Alone. For punishment.)
The first reason: Professor Buttercup teaches Math Theory. (Which might explain the lack of students that visit his room lately.) His idea of fun was solving an equation that covered all five of his white-boards using his little theories and logarithms and God knows what else!
The second reason: Professor Buttercup’s idea of punishment (torture) was solving several of his five white-board equations.
The third reason: I wouldn’t know how to do the punishment (torture) and I would have to go ask Professor Buttercup for help, and he would ramble on for ten minutes about things I wouldn’t even understand.
The fourth reason: He had just eaten garlic toast with sardines and onions on top for lunch.
For once I wished Senior Principal Johnathon Burrito were here.
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