“And then, you get the…ost…ost…osteoperidosis. And then you die.”
The class applauded, and Laurence took his seat.
The teacher stood, straightened his papers, and said, “Thank you, Laurence. The word you’re looking for is ‘osteoporosis’. And while it’s dangerous, it’s not going to kill you outright. But, as a fictional story, most of it held together.”
“I dunno man, my grandma got osteopediosis, and she died.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. But again, it doesn’t kill you. It’s just bad for your bones.”
“Are you a doctor, teach?”
“No, though I completed my – “
“Yeah yeah, first year of medical school, we know. But you ain’t a doctor, right?”
“No. And it’s ‘aren’t’.”
“Whatever man, loosen up. You don’t know what will and won’t kill someone. Or can you point to definitive evidence that no one can die from osteoportosis.”
“Not immediately, though I can Goo – “
“Check and mate, teach. Check. And. Mate.” Laurence sat back in his desk.
The teacher sighed. “Moving on, Katherine, you’re next.”