Bored Classroom Novels & Stories

“People like them don’t notice people like us.” A third girl rolled her eyes. “Can we go to class now?” ************ After their first lesson, the three girls headed to the cafeteria. Katey dropped into her seat dramatically. “I’m exhausted. That class was painfully boring.” Jessica scoffed. “You weren’t even paying attention.” Suzan tried to speak but burst into laughter instead. Katey shot her a glare and raised her middle finger. “Relax,” Jessica teased. “It’s not like he even notices you.”

The bell rang, and their teacher said, “You have homework due in for the next lesson; you can now pack up now.” The whole class moans. They all stood slowly, like men sentenced to a second round of maths, and yet, somehow, this boredom was comforting, almost like a safe zone between the chaos that lurked beneath the surface of their lives.

SARIAN POV "That would be all for today. Make sure to turn in your assignment this weekend," the lecturer announced. After that, everyone began to exit the class. I slammed my laptop shut and yawned. It was such a long and boring class. It was really boring? No. Well, how should I put it. Aside from watching movies and attending classes, I'd been super bored. It's been a week since the sex tape scandal and I was still at Killian's house.

Honestly, the more she did these things, the more suspicious I got of her. By the time the first hour of the class rolled by, most of the class was getting bored, attention gone and all. I giggled, it reminded me of high school. We had one class that was long, spanned about two hours. By the time we'd gone through thirty minutes, half the class was beginning to doze off. Not surprising that most failed the class or came close to failing it. We had a short no nonsense teacher who could go on and on with no breaks whatsoever, most of the time,it felt like he was just reading straight from our history textbooks. Our only saving grace was the occasional questions he'd throw at as randomly throug

Music recommendation: Good for you by Olivia Rodrigo "Okay guys that's it for today, see you tomorrow in class," said Mr. Ethan at the end of his class to Evelyn's utmost delight and without a second further students could be seen briskly walking out of the classroom, she couldn't blame them like them she had been bored to death by Mr Ethan's math teachings, she had barely been able to concentrate throughout the entire class as she was subjected to intense glares from the girls and lustful gazes from the boys in class.

“I’ve gotta go. Bye, Cooper.” I didn’t wait for a reply, just walked away with my buzzing, and by the time I reached geometry class I was already in a bad mood, which geometry only made worse because it’s the most boring thing on the planet, numbers bleeding into each other, the professor droning on like a sleep app. I slouched in my seat, mind wandering, leg bouncing, and of course that’s when the professor called on me. “Julian,” he said. “Can you tell us the answer to the problem on the board?” I squinted at it, genuinely tried, and then my mouth betrayed me.

They didn't want to be bullied! On the first day of class, the two kids found that the lesson content was very simple. Their sister had already taught them all of it at home, so they were not interested. After class on the first day when they went back with Tianna and Eleven, Candy sat in the car and said, "Tianna, class is boring. I already know everything the teacher taught." Tianna immediately frowned and said, "I've taught you what the teacher explained, but you can also treat it as revision. You must pay attention to the lessons carefully in school, don't be absent-minded! Otherwise, the teacher will invite our parents over!"

In other words, I self-studied. It seemed that I wasn't the only one bored in this class as I heard Candice sighing beside me, a sign that she was also bored. I just sat there the whole time, during ma'am's lecture, as if I had no life or interest in the world. I only came to life when we heard the bell, a sign that our class was over. "Goodbye, class," ma'am ended her long lecture, the only one who understood it. She didn't wait for our response to her goodbye class, quickly leaving our classroom, seeming more excited to go home than us. Damn that old prof!