Q for ..Quantum Boy?

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"Ah, we have a new student in our class today", announces Mr. Cotton in the sixth grade class room of the Dalhousie Middle School. "Welcome, Qumar. Hmm, there's an advisory on your form that says you were ..ummm"

"dropped into a vat of superconducting liquid as an infant", completes a sprightly-looking boy of eleven, who we now identify as Qumar. This is his fifth new school of the year, and he's had to say the exact same sentence to five disbelieving teachers now. Safe to say that the first four did not exactly like it.

"Oh!", responded Mr. Cotton, "what does that even mean? Now listen, young man, whatever your condition is, nobody is given special treatment in my class. In your form it even says that you sometimes need to be put into a Faraday cage. I don't know what got you kicked out of our previous school, but you should behave here. I should not want to have received a troublesome hamster who needs a far-away-day cage for himself. Hmph."

Now it becomes necessary to make some things clear for you, the reader. Qumar cannot be contained by Faraday cages, not at all. He has the gift of tangling and entangling, and indeed, yes he was dropped into a large vat of superconducting liquid when he was a baby. As for the reason he was kicked out of his previous school, that follows a set pattern now - it involved a bully, and a girl that the bully fancied, so Qumar enabled some spooky action at a distance. These very thoughts were running through Qumar's head as well when Mr. Cotton suddenly announced, "I must take you to the principal. I can't risk it any other way."

Qumar's involvement in these incidents has never been in the role of the instigator. Qumar acts only in self-defense or when someone is picking on him. He was hoping to perhaps settle down in this school, but clearly his own teacher has taken an immediate disliking to him. Qumar is grabbed roughly by the shoulder and marched out of the classroom into the hallway. Qumar is too small to resist physically, but he decides to do something about this and looks around for an object he can use. Voila, he catches sight of the swinging pendulum of a grandfather clock just as he is shoved into the principal's office.

The principal, Mrs. Selvi, looks kindly enough, an old woman with large tortoiseshell glasses resting rather low on her pointed nose. She is rather astonished as she sees Qumar and Mr. Cotton almost running into her office. "Bob!" (for that is Mr. Cotton's first name), "Why are you disturbing me in the middle of the day? Who is this young man? Is he a new student? Bob?" Qumar, by this time, is very disconcerted and tries to concentrate on something. He remembers the pendulum, and he remembers that he is angry at Mr. Cotton. Bob, pendulum, bob, pendulum, tangle, entangle.

"Bob! Bobbing your head is not what I meant when I said you should start acting like yourself again. Stop!”, fumes Mrs. Selvi. Qumar cannot resist a smirk as he thinks about the poetic justice in Mr. Cotton’s first name being Bob. This does not escape the sight of Mrs. Selvi, who still furious, demands of Qumar, “Did you do this?” Qumar tries to not respond, which prompts Mrs. Selvi further, “young man, you should tell me right now, are you responsible for this?There are only two possibilities: yes or no.” Qumar shakes his head sadly as he realizes he will now be sent to yet another school; why does nobody yet realize that the world is so much richer than just the two possibilities of a yes or a no?

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I'm a new graduate student at Louisiana State University, looking to do research in quantum computing and information theory.