Already feeling like I could stand up to anybody I begin wondering what else Morty would have in store for me. I honestly felt like I didn’t have that many problems, but if some strange dragon with time jumping capabilities comes out of nowhere to tell you to fix your life, you should probably listen to him. “What now?” I yell over his shoulder, as we have reached a top speed.
“Remember that time back in school when the professor didn’t think you had it in you to complete an assignment so he gave you a C in order to pass the class?”
“It was art. That’s not useful in the real world. The professor was right.”
“No he wasn’t. That was your dream!” He made a sharp turn and there was a bright flash. This time, there was clouds in the sky and it was raining. We weren’t getting wet though, I assumed it was some kind of magical dragon trick.
“A degree in computers with a minor in art? I was a freshman with big dreams. What would I have done with that?”
“Anything you wanted to! Instead, you’re stuck in an office job fixing internet problems dumb people are too lazy to figure out themselves.” We kept flying for a bit. I assumed it was because my college was a bit farther from my home town. I wondered why Morty didn’t just zap us there like before.
“The only thing related would have been game art design. But that has nothing to do with technical work.” I looked around us. I didn’t see any parts of this town that I recognized.
“What did you want to be when you grew up?” Morty’s speed had slowed down.
“I always wanted to work with computers.”
“What do you mean?” I searched my brain hard for what the crazy dragon had been talking about. Ever since I can remember, I did want to work with computers. Even in elementary school my favorite part of the day was getting to browse the web for homework. I wanted to learn everything I could about technology and read every Wikipedia page that I could. That’s when it hit me. “Oh. You mean Ms. Gorganzolla’s class.”
“Ms Gorganzolla indeed.” We landed, the rain still pounding around our dry selves.
“Wait, so where are you taking me?”
“Don’t you recognize this place?”
“No.” I looked around. There was a large grass field and a school building. I never moved in my life so this didn’t look familiar at all. I had gone to school near my house, near that park where Morty and I had just come from.
“This is the school you should have attended.”
“Why is that?” Morty pointed to the sign. It read ‘Gorganzolla’s School for Exceptionally Gifted Students.’ “Oh. Why are you showing me this?”
A flash of light happened again and we were now standing outside of my actual elementary school. Morty was nowhere to be found so I walked into the building. In a classroom I noticed the date. It was the September of my first year of school. Classes hadn’t started yet and teachers were preparing lessons for the year in all of the classrooms. As I kept walking down the hall I noticed the time. It came rushing back to me, I was being interviewed at this time to see where I would be placed. I ran towards the principal’s office.
Once I got there I could see my parents sitting at the desk while the principal droned on about school policy. Little me was at a much smaller desk, playing with an iPad. In the corner stood Ms Gorganzolla.
“His placement test from the preschool show he is exceptionally gifted.” The teacher spoke.
“Yes, but your school is far away. We’d have to move everything. It’s tough finding a job as it is!” My father seemed angry.
“There will be grants and scholarships available to Mike, and the school is located near a big hub city. Plenty of opportunities for you and your wife.”
“Isn’t there a better option?”
“You could homeschool him with the materials from the school.” The principal spoke. Suddenly the room seemed to stand still. My father’s expression was furious, my mother’s hand over her forehead in contemplation. Morty appeared beside me.
“I’m going to stop you right here. It is tough to assess the situation sometimes. What are you thinking?”
“If I go to this school, that’ll uproot my whole family right?”
“So that’s why I didn’t do it?” I looked over to little me, eyes glued to the iPad
“Basically. Your parents would have done everything for you. Your father is just angry because the school also has the art program. So alongside math and science and your precious technology, they also require great artistic skill. You hadn’t been allowed to color at home before. You were raised on that iPad.”
“So why did this lady recommend me?”
“The tests you took at preschool. Your art skill was amazing even then. This plain elementary school didn’t teach you much besides basic colors and doodles for your parent’s fridge.”
“Which they always took down shortly after. Dad didn’t like them.”
“Your mom did, she kept all of them.” Morty spun his finger in the air and time resumed.
“The only other option sir, is that he stays here, leads a normal life like everyone else.” The principal looked over some paperwork sitting on her desk.
“But Morty, if I change this instance, won’t that change the scene from the park?” I thought long and hard about my decision. I did remember loving to color in preschool. Somewhere along my life timeline I figured I stopped loving it so much. I figured it would have been this moment. The moment that decided my future was the one that my father chose for me. He didn’t want to move to a new area, he wanted his son to be like everyone else.
“You’ll see.” He looked at me and pointed to my younger self. I walked over to him and whispered in his ear.
Little me set the iPad down and began to draw with the crayons and pens sitting on the little desk as the adults kept talking. Once he was finished he walked the paper over to my father who stared at it in shock. He hadn’t really taken the time to notice my drawings for my whole life.
“Mike… this is fantastic! You’re right Ms., Gorganzolla, he is great at this stuff. Okay. Sign us up, I start looking for jobs in the city.” My father had a tear in his eye as he looked down at the almost perfect family portrait little me had drawn.