Bored Classroom Novels & Stories

Everybody but her would get an A. I don't give a fuck. This is stupid. I hate this class. Eat my ass. This exam is lame. I'm the most bored I've ever been. No wait, now I'm even more bored. Now more. More. More. Even more. Sooooooooooo bored. I hate this. This is pointless. The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Nobody cares. That's as far as I read.

Typically, it's odd for me to even think about these things but I finally came to terms with it. School has been great, teachers are nice, and some students are okay. Right now I'm currently sitting in my 5th period class, which I kinda hate because it's one of the most boring classes I have. It's government and don't get me wrong, I should know this, but the class is just boring and everything is too easy for me. Maybe because I'm a nerd... ah, who cares? I believe that no one in this world is stupid, everyone is smart in there own way whether it's academically or not.

It was with me all the time. Mr. Miron's biology class was on and the agonizing feeling of boredom was so overwhelming that I just had to get away to save me. As a third of the class dozed off, I raised my hand briefly obstructing the projected slides of dissected amphibians that made the torturous class unbearable. "Yes, Tiana." Mr. Miron's voice was without interest. He always sounded that way; like someone had sucked the life out of him and he in turn had been tasked to suck the life out of everything else.

He’s the best husband. The last lecture bell rings, and I let out a long breath of relief. I can’t concentrate. Teaching used to be my favourite thing in the world, but now it is a mountain I struggle to climb. I find myself zoning out at the chalkboard as the students' faces blur into a sea of white noise. I have to move on. I can't live like this. I pack my things into my handbag. The room is empty now, and the students are hurried off to their next lecture. I walk toward the staff room. I need to grab some notes from my locker before I head home.

Let's just enjoy ourselves alright? I nodded my head and got comfortable in my seat. We sat, arms crossed, clutching out snacks, our eyes on the screen for three hours. "I wish physics class would be this much fun," I opined. "That is the only subject that is relatively boring.” “Ughh, finally someone that gets me. That subject is so boring, and the teacher makes it three times worse.” “Boring has to be the worst thing to describe that teacher. He is monotonous, basically lifeless. He drones away like he has no emotions."

“Yes. A lot of pupils like us. Although they are childish and slightly annoying, at least they don’t have snort coming from their noses.” “Haha, you are also my lovely kids, alright. Don’t behave like little adults.” “Mommy, the class is very boring. We are being taught how to play with toys and all those boring things. Can you speak to the principal so that we can move a few grades ahead? It's so boring.” It was Carl who spoke. Although he pretended to be enjoying every time he played with those toys, he was bored to death. How he wished he could be somewhere writing his programs and not wasting time playing with plastic toys.

I declared, but it didn't provide any satisfaction. I kept my word. However, I felt like I was the only one concerned by the stillness, whether during class or break time. I was so annoyed that I couldn't concentrate on the teacher's lectures. One time, during our math class, I felt extremely bored and tried to draw rather than listen to the teacher. I was so engrossed in trifling that I did not realize my schoolteacher was approaching me. He suddenly seized my tablet and showed it to my classmates, especially Laia.

Work on a Sunday – boring! A night without Albert – boring! Mr. Maurice's class – boring! I stared at the board while Mr. Maurice discussed a new lesson. The three of us, Jane, Ed and I were late for the class, while Albert and Diana were absent. We were all feeling the same thing, and when we sighed all together, we almost chuckled. I pressed my lips right away and focused my attention on the book in front of me. When Mr. Maurice dismissed the class, I groaned, as I hate the next class. Who would like to have a dance class without a partner?

I had to check the class, it was almost time for the first class. I ran to the class, hoping to see Kayden, but no sign of him. I went to my seat and settled down with the rest of the students in the classroom, waiting for Kayden. I was getting bored of sitting down there and staring at the door without actually doing anything and the teacher was taking like forever to show up, even when it was already time for the first class. I picked up a textbook and began to flip through it as I read it. I have read the textbook before, and all the writing words in it, including the ones on its cover, I was rereading it in boredom. I was skimming through.