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I have a genius brother and horrible academic friends — it’s like keeping an angel and five devils in the same bucket. Something always goes wrong.

Especially when your genius brother has a memory like a grudge-powered surveillance camera.

I’m not kidding — this dude can hold a grudge for two years. Two years! I don’t even remember what I ate yesterday, but this guy? He’ll say,

“Something like you did this to me… mentions number of days or wahtever ago.  Like John was there…. Blah blah blah”
Bruh — John moved out the neighborhood a year ago!

At this point, he’s not even an angel.
He’s a half-devil with a Wi-Fi memory.

Anyway, let’s talk about my academic “crew.” Let’s be honest: they’re just bad friends.
We came up with a “genius” plan.
Yes — the dumb creating a genius plan. Miracles do happen.. you know?.

The deal?
Each person2 finds the answers to one assignment and shares it.
Nice and simple. On their days, they have to make peace with old cousins just to get help.
But on my day?
I got my brother.
It was supposed to be a walk in the park — relax all night, sleep like royalty, get the answer in the morning before school.

The night before, we watched a game.
And oh — can’t forget Ali the Stressor.
This guy can suck the energy out of a room just by complaining.
Since it was my turn to lead, I played boss.
Whenever he tried to speak, I hit him with:

“Say less, my man.”
Didn’t even let him finish a sentence.
At one point, I said:
“Don’t insult my intelligence.”
Looking back… I probably should’ve said:
“Don’t insult my brother’s intelligence.”
Because let’s be honest — he was doing the work.

So I sent him the assignment.
In five minutes, he sent it back and said:

“Complete.”

I won’t lie — it sounded a little fishy… but who am I to question free answers?

Next morning, I gave it to all my friends.
None of my friends double-checked it, which makes sense, because dummies don’t audit other dummies.
and yes, we all get along — apparently dumb attracts dumb. 😅

When the instructor returned the papers, we sat back relaxed.
Grades were posted in Excel — so everyone could see them.

We’re scrolling to the top of the sheet.
Because obviously, champions don’t live at the bottom.

I whisper to my friend:

“I don’t see us… did the instructor forget to grade ours?”

Ali – you know? -the Stressor, starts poking me,

“I knew it! I told you! I’m stressed already!”
I wasn’t ready for his drama.

Then the teacher called all five of us up front.
I still had hope.
Maybe he wanted to congratulate us… maybe use us as an example?

Boy, was I wrong.

We got scolded and embarrassed.
In front of everyone.

I went home furious.
Walked in — my brother’s just sitting there, smiling.

I said:

“What was that?! Why would you do that?!”

He smiled and said:

“You remember 12 Saturdays ago? You embarrassed me in front of fatima’s Dad.”

And yes —

I wanted to say to hell with her, but I knew I will pay the price for century to come
He was right though. It was EXACTLY 12 Saturdays ago.

I broke into laughter.

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