Novel & Cerita Funny Classroom

For the remainder of the morning, my Care Bears presented their Show and Tell projects. They were all in fits of laughter through most of their peer's shows. I seriously didn't realise we had so many comedians among us in the classroom. I can only imagine how entertaining they'll be at the end of year talent quest.

"Oh shut up. I honestly don't get paid enough to teach irksome children like you guys." I held back my laugh as Ms. Smart-ass shrank in her seat. Mr. Flounder resumed his Lesson just when Jennifer popped back into class she made herself to her seat and sat down pulling out a piece of paper, she doodled furiously on her paper, and I must say the paper must be feeling like it is going through another suffering.

, he chuckled at the name, laughing himself into stupidity, " What? Okay, I have a better idea. How about ' Starly Feelings Of Every Dick Size?' uh?" " Yeah, yeah, I think that's a good one", he nodded, still trying so hard to hold himself from rolling on the floor. " You're still finding it funny", I pointed out and he let it out, laughing so loudly that others in the classroom were disturbed by him, " stop it, you're being such a nuisance". " Okay, but please, remind me never to give you any boom of mine to proofread. The outcome will be totally disastrous", he said, still laughing but muffling it this time.

So it gave off the image that it went from square in the beginning to round towards the end. I’m not even sure why I was noticing all this while he was busy lecturing me on my language. I shouldn’t have yelled that loud, especially not outside the forensic workshop. I expected the kids in here to laugh at me, they did seem amused but it appeared to be directed against the teacher and not me. Maybe he is a real character here. I mutter a quick apology and grab a seat, waiting for the class to be over.

Strangely, the girls are giggling around me. Throughout the serious class, everyone kept gazing at me, whispering, and laughing. As the teacher leaves, I stand, and a ripping sound echoes through the walls. My skirt is torn, exposing my black panties. The laughs grow louder around me, filling me with shame and embarrassment. They put invisible glue on my seat. I lean against the wall, scanning the entire classroom, making fun of me. “Why don't you do a sexy fashion show?” One of the girls shouted.

You don’t hear much from the people in the front row, and they are always the teacher’s favorite. And the middle row belongs to the smart teenagers with good sense of humor, those who know how to laugh, even when teachers are dead serious. And these are the people who are aware of what the teachers are teaching, and who know what the last row is laughing about. Lastly, the last row, the most lively and funny part of the classroom. We are the ones who don’t listen to the teachers at the front. We have our own happenings here at the back, and most of the time we are joking and laughing. Your teenage years wouldn’t be the happiest without having to experience the fun of sitting in the back row.

Look at me for example, okay, maybe I went too extreme, but the point is, most men will do and say whatever they have to in order to get the girl. I’m sitting in my first period class on Monday morning, while thinking about my girl like this, when a commotion draws my attention to the front of the classroom. Two students come through the door ten minutes late laughing at whatever it is that they find so funny this early in the morning. I do a double take when I see who it is, and my hackles start to rise.

Just imagine what the state of schools where students are free to do whatever they want as long as it has nothing to do with pornography and pornoaction let alone crime. Every child is different in their routine. Debbie was seriously reading comics on her stool. Kia and Kinsey are taking photos in the corner of the classroom. Emma, nowhere to be seen, no one knows where she is. And Adele is having fun gossiping with the gang accompanied by a variety of snacks.

Oh God, the way he strolled, with his hands shoved in his pockets, was just too much. “What?” I whispered, glaring at him. “Cafeteria,” he answered casually, then walked out without another word. Once the GGS guys were gone, my classroom exploded into noise. Everyone started teasing me. “Ooooohhh, Ayu! Your husband even transferred classes for you, so sweet!” someone shouted, laughing. I instantly got annoyed. Arum, sitting next to me, nudged me with a huge grin. “Oooohh, look at you, your face is bright red! Like a ripe tomato ready for harvest!” she teased.

Is this like a 'ready, set, go' kind of event? The last thought has me spluttering at the scene that conjures up in my head. "Why're you laughing?" "No reason," I wipe the smile off my face. "Just had a thought." "Care to share it?" I give him a dirty look, "Can you not act like we're in a classroom for like a minute? It's really disturbing." He frowns, "I wasn't-" "Do you want to share the joke with the whole class, Miss Hart?" I mimic him, and he gives me an insulted look.