Bored Classroom Novels & Stories

I might as well just take a nap ---- "Hey Amari you can't be asleep for the whole 45 minutes wake up " she yells from her desk. Waking up slowly I look at my watch. There's 20 minutes to go rolling my eyes I lay my head back down. I shuffle through my playlist boredom slowly taking over me. "Okay well, you guys can go. Hopefully, this will be the last time I see all of you in here," she says closing her laptop "I wouldn't hold your breath," one jock says slapping the door frame as he runs out of the classroom

Welborne’s class bored out of my mind. She’s got her back to the class as she turns the projector on. She’s been trying to do it for the past ten minutes, and at this point it’s comical. Anyone in here could show her how to do it in half a second, but we’ve all mentally checked out. At least whoever is left of us. Today the room is almost empty with the seniors ditching their last days. I envy them, but my dad would murder me, and I know Mrs. Welborne is just looking for an excuse to get me in trouble.

The teacher kept on talking in another language that I don't understand, I whined getting bored of this class, why does he take Latin, it's really boring and he doesn't need it. "Settle," he orders me but I kept on wiggling around, bored from Latin, I can't understand a word he was saying. "Bored," I whined. "Class would end soon, be quiet," he orders me, I whined and took his pencil from his desk and start to doodle over his paper, drawing random symbols, maybe I do like drawing after all.

(5th. July. Tuesday.) Damien sighed walking toward his locker after a very long, excruciating class. "I can't believe how Miss Betty's class makes me feel." His friend, Toby chuckled. "You got me there. Her classes are so boring." Damien looked at him. "I could give anything just to get off that class." "Or maybe just write a note that says how boring she is and the fact that nothing is learned from her and put it in the complaint box." A guy, Romeo chimed in as he walked toward them, causing Damien.and his friend to look.

I don't even know what to do with the spare time, sleeping is out of the question because I've been doing alot of it lately, so I will just have to watch TV. I'm bored out of my mind, of all my courses this is the one I dread the most, psychology. it's boring or maybe it's the professor that is boring, so I've been sitting here for almost two hours and staring at him like an attentive student, but I wasn't actually seeing him. I've space out but. not really thinking of any particular in thing.

Astrid I’ve been in this class for twelve minutes and already I want the ground to swallow me whole. It’s boring. But how else would it be when Professor Baikey—with his hawk-like stare and that voice that sounds like he’s speaking through his goddamn nose—is the one talking about history? My least favorite subject. The air smells like paper and stale ink and boredom. Professor Baikey paces the front like a drill sergeant in a stiff, salt-and-pepper suit. His shoes click against the tile like a metronome of doom. My fingers twitch around my pen.

She had me high, ecstasy on overdrive. My morning classes are so fucking monotonous, half the time I sleep through them, being a scholar student wasn't the first thing on my goddamn agenda. This place is a bore, too bad I didn't get suspended for longer. Ellie and I didn't have any morning classes together and let me tell you it s-u-c-k-e-d sucked. In between classes we only had like a minute at most before having to be separated again for however long, but it was too long.

I’m tired and I think one more blow I will fell to the ground. “We can rest now!” Finally, he announced before I bent my knees. Maybe Beta Lenox realized that I will not let him beat me. We all left the open space and we proceed to our last class which is Art Appreciation. This subject is also boring, especially that we are having our reporting. I knew all the things they were discussing. I keep listening to the reporters not until Catherine through a piece of paper ball to me. It hits my head and fell into my desk. She can’t accept that she’s a loser. I don’t know why they are mad at me.

~Sara~ Ten Years Ago… The Day of the Incident “I’m bored.” Mira sighs loudly, tossing a small super ball against the wall and catching it again with lazy precision. We’re hanging out in the 'alley', waiting for Jason to come back with drinks. Rain taps lightly on the roof and the room is nothing but depressing. “Well, unless you’d rather be in Professor Tobi’s class,” I say, flipping through my textbook without really reading it, “I guess we’ll have to make do with boring.”

Eroll mused as he jingled the coins inside his pocket. Right. It was kind of boring these past few days. We did nothing but listen to the boring lectures of our professors. It's disturbing because nothing silly happened. It was like JDC was brewing something and he would strike when we're not ready. It's what I feared the most. "Dudes! Let's go out... I feel like boredom would suffocate me here in Chris's dorm. All I could see were stacks of books," Eroll complained again. He always does that and we're used to it.