Dr. Harold Smith taught high school physics.


    “If they had only funded and focused, right now, I’d be teaching you all on Mars or a space station.”


    A student raised her hand.


    “Yes, Susan?”


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    “Professor, what happened? Where did we fail?”


    In the back, students whispered and chuckled.


    “Something funny, Johnny?” asked the professor.


    “It’s, it’s ...” Johnny stammered, “nothing important.”


    “Do share, Johnny. Please bring your phone.”


    Johnny walked to the front of the class and handed the professor his phone.


    “What’s this, Johnny? Symbols of faces?”


    “Professor, new emojis!” Johnny smiled.


    “I rest my case.” Professor Smith frowned.