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Their random pair group science project in THE 70s

CHRIS & HAMZAH – ELECTRICITY

Why They Got Paired: Mr. Calloway assigned them when they both took too long picking a partner.

Where They Worked: Chris’s basement, but mostly just goofed off.

How They Split the Work: Chris insisted he had a “vision” for the project but did no actual research. Hamzah tried to take notes but kept getting sidetracked by Chris’s nonsense.

Final Grade: C-.

WORKING TOGETHER

Chris and Hamzah met up at Chris’s house on Saturday afternoon, but calling it a “work session” would be a stretch. Chris’s basement was dimly lit, old band posters peeling off the walls, a stack of records leaning against a dusty turntable. A single lightbulb flickered overhead, which Chris immediately used as a teachable moment.

“See that?” he said, pointing dramatically. “Electricity, man. That’s our project right there. The light flickers, and boom. science.”

Hamzah exhaled through his nose. “That is literally not how that works.”

Chris flopped onto the couch, tossing a football in the air. “Yeah, but like… imagine if we just walked in, pointed at the lights, and said, ‘Electricity. You need it. We got it.’ Then sat back down.”

Hamzah ran a hand down his face. “I cannot fail this class, dude.”

Chris sat up, suddenly serious. “You think I’m gonna let you fail? Trust me, I got this.”

He did not have this.

By the time Sunday night rolled around, all they had was a half-finished poster with the words Electricity: It’s Important! scrawled across the top in marker. Hamzah, fully resigned to his fate, shook his head.

“We’re bombing this.”

Chris grinned. “Nah, man. We got charisma. That’s half the battle.”

PRESENTATION DAY

Standing at the front of the classroom, Chris tried to hold it together. Hamzah, on the other hand, was already choking back laughter.

“Alright,” Chris started, gripping the edge of the poster like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “So, electricity. You need it. We got it.”

Hamzah pressed a fist to his mouth, shoulders shaking.

“It’s, uh… real important,” he managed, voice cracking slightly.

Chris cleared his throat.

“Right. So. Electricity comes from, uh, power plants… and lightning. And, like, when you plug stuff in, boom. It works.”

Mr. Calloway pinched the bridge of his nose. “Explain the diagram.”

Chris turned to their hastily drawn diagram of a battery, wires, and a lightbulb, none of which were labeled.

“Right, so you got electrons. They, uh, zoom through wires—”

Hamzah, tears in his eyes while scratching the back of his neck, added, “Not scientifically accurate, but sure.”

Chris powered through.

“And they make stuff work. That’s basically it.”

A silence hung in the air. Then, from the back of the room, Nate muttered, “Genius.”

The class erupted into laughter.

MANDY & QUEN – PHOTOSYNTHESIS

Why They Got Paired: They picked each other.

Where They Worked: The library, but mostly spent time laughing, giggling, gossiping.

How They Split the Work: Mandy did the research. Quen made the project visually appealing and cute.

Final Grade: A-.

WORKING TOGETHER

Mandy and Quen sat at a library table, surrounded by open textbooks and crumpled notes.

“So, photosynthesis,” Mandy said, flipping through a book. “It’s how plants turn sunlight into energy. They take in carbon dioxide and release oxygen.”

Quen twirled a pen between her fingers. “So, plants are out here minding their business, making their own food, not needing anyone?”

Mandy smirked. “Exactly.”

Quen tapped her chin. “Independent queens. Love that.”

Mandy rolled her eyes but was clearly amused. “Yes, Quen. Plants are independent queens.”

Quen grinned and started sketching a tree with sunglasses onto their poster.

PRESENTATION DAY

Mandy stood confidently at the front of the room while Quen adjusted their colorful poster on the chalkboard.

“Photosynthesis is the process in which plants convert sunlight into energy,” Mandy explained.

Quen nodded, leaning into the mic. “Basically, plants are self-sufficient badasses.”

Mr. Calloway sighed. “Academic language, please.”

Mandy fought a smile. “Right. Plants absorb sunlight through chlorophyll, take in carbon dioxide, and release oxygen. It’s why we can breathe.”

Quen gasped. “Breathing?! I love doing that.”

The class chuckled.

MATT & MARTIN – THE SCIENCE OF SOUND

Why They Got Paired: They were the last ones left.

Where They Worked: Martin’s attic, surrounded by random junk.

How They Split the Work: Matt tried to keep things on track. Martin kept derailing into weird facts.

Final Grade: B.

WORKING TOGETHER

Matt sat on the floor with a notebook, actually trying to work. Martin was balancing a spinning record on one finger.

“Did you know the loudest sound ever recorded was from a volcano in 1863?” Martin said suddenly.

Matt sighed. “Martin.”

“People heard it from 3,000 miles away. Imagine just chillin’ and then—BAM—volcano.”

“Martin, focus.”

“This is focus.”

Matt gave up.

PRESENTATION DAY

Matt cleared his throat. “Sound is made when vibrations travel through the air and reach your eardrum.”

Martin grinned. “Also, dolphins use echolocation, which means they’re basically underwater superheroes.”

Matt exhaled slowly. “Please ignore him.”

Mr. Calloway rubbed his temples.

“Moving on.”



Mr. Calloway sat back in his as the bell rang chair, rubbing his temples as the last presentation ended. Some were disasters, some were impressive, and some were just… what they were.

“Alright,” he said. “Let’s just hope the next two project turns out better.”

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in my head all my 70s au characters all go to a school called Brighton High School and they’re all seniors having the time of their lives before college with their different friend groups. Interacting every so often in classes for projects and school fights and bullying freshman together.

introducing.. 70s WEIRD KID MARTIN

❛I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me.❜

weird kid martin.. who overstimulates people to the absolute max. He’s not loud all the time, but his energy is constant, like he exists on a frequency just slightly off from the rest of the world. One second, he’s hyper-fixated on some insane conspiracy theory about pigeons not being real, and the next, he’s lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, mumbling about how weird it is that humans have teeth.

weird kid martin.. who is both the best and worst person to get high with. If you want to laugh so hard you forget how to breathe, he’s your guy. But if you’re prone to paranoia? God help you. Because he will absolutely say some shit like “What if your reflection moves a second too slow?” and then watch you spiral with genuine curiosity.

weird kid martin.. who somehow has a real girlfriend, Mandy, and no one understands how or why this happened. Mandy, who is mature and serious, who looks like she would never entertain someone like him, and yet, here she is, rolling her eyes but always hiding a smirk whenever he says something unhinged. No one questions it anymore. Some things in life just are.

weird kid martin.. who has never experienced social anxiety a day in his life. He can and will talk to anyone, anywhere, about anything. A stranger could be pumping gas next to him, and he’ll casually ask, “Hey, you ever think about how we’re all just meat sacks with electrical impulses?” Like that’s a normal thing to say.

weird kid martin.. whose humor is so weird it borders on uncomfortable. He says shit that makes you pause, wondering if you should be laughing or concerned. But then he hits you with the perfect delivery, and suddenly, you’re in tears, questioning your own sense of reality.

weird kid martin.. who is completely unbothered by 99% of people. You think you’ve insulted him? He does not care. He’s still sipping his Coke and talking about how people named Greg are more likely to own birds. But Hamzah? Hamzah is the only person who can actually hurt his feelings. One slightly-too-harsh comment from him, and Martin will spiral for days.

weird kid martin.. who is so impossible to read that you can never tell if he’s joking or not. He could say “I think I could fight a goose and win” with complete sincerity, and the worst part? He’s not joking. This is just who he is.

weird kid martin.. who is the last person you want as a partner for a group project, until you actually get him as your partner. Because suddenly, he’s the best person you could’ve worked with. He’s insanely smart (but only when it comes to schoolwork), and somehow, someway, he makes the most boring assignment feel like the funniest thing you’ve ever done.

weird kid martin.. who is underappreciatedly intelligent. He could be top of the class if he actually cared enough to apply himself. But he doesn’t. Because what’s more important, acing a test or figuring out why all horse girls have the exact same energy?

weird kid martin.. who is just Martin. No act. No persona. The weird shit he says? The way he thinks? That’s just how he is. He is a walking paradox, both completely unserious and accidentally profound, both exhausting and endlessly entertaining.

weird kid martin.. who is ridiculously loyal. Like, if he considers you a friend, that’s it. You’re his people now. No take-backs. If someone messes with you, they’re messing with him, and he is not afraid to make things weird until they regret it.

weird kid martin.. who treats every conversation like an improv bit, but the worst kind, where you’re not in on the joke and he’s completely committed to whatever bizarre thing he just made up. Like you could be having a normal conversation about sandwiches, and he’ll go, “Yeah, I used to be a sandwich in a past life.” And if you ask any follow-up questions, congratulations, you’re now trapped in a 20-minute bit about his experiences as a rogue ham and cheese.

weird kid martin.. who has a shockingly good music taste. Like, he listens to everything. Punk, jazz, psychedelic rock, old blues records, he doesn’t care about genres, just vibes. And somehow, he always finds the perfect song for every situation, like his brain is a jukebox with a mind of its own.

weird kid martin.. who definitely owns a ridiculous amount of weirdly specific t-shirts. Like a shirt that just says ‘Bigfoot is Real, and He Stole My Wallet’. Or one with a poorly drawn UFO that says ‘Get in, Loser’. He doesn’t actively seek them out. They just… find him.

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