Physics Project

Sticks, and gorilla glue— my wooden bridge is placed between two black desks. The teacher gathers his hanging weights like a dissector getting ready to open up a body. He places a pound onto it. It sways and bends from the argument we had a week ago. Ten pounds. Fifteen pounds. Twenty pounds. It needs to take off the weight, but it’s too scared. However, she forces it down. Snap! It couldn’t hold. It couldn’t bear the weight. Now, it is swept away by a broom and dust pan. The bridge— mangled and torn, just the way you left it.