Funny Classroom Novels & Stories

Everyone in the room replied with an excited “Yes!” The instructor laughed and then the class began. It went on for about a bit over an hour. Ali and I had so much fun laughing at our paintings, and joking around with each other. I laughed so much, and I can’t remember when was the last time I laughed like that. Owning and running a very successful company, can really stress a person out, and sometimes I forget that life isn’t always about work. After the class was finished, we all hung our aprons back up.

She wasn't treating me like me. She entered a classroom and I heaved a sigh before following her in. Everything about this school was just too enormous. I took in the class. There was a locker behind it and a flat screen TV beside the white board. The TV wouldn't be anything lesser than 120 inches. "Hey Class. Good Morning. Welcome back to School." "I've missed you Miss Florence." A male voice at the back of the class said and the whole class laughed. "I've missed you too Jam Jam. I hope you've grown over the break."

Chapter Eighteen The whole class was hell. Aside from the long super long lectures, there's Dad's puppets that never left me. And guess what I find ridiculous? It's knowing they're just right outside our classroom, eyeing my every move from my seat. How nice. Dad is so nice, really. "Now, what do you think is the right answer aside from dissecting? Anyone?" Our prof in Biology asked.

The classroom is buzzing with students. It’s right after recess and the children are as hyper as ever, talking and laughing amongst themselves. They’re all around five or six years old, precarious kids who are enjoying their time with their friends. Their laughter is echoing the halls of the elementary school, adding the much needed light to the otherwise gloomy weather outside. Jo is sitting at the back with a few of her friends, playing with paper balls. The teacher is late to class so they’ve got plenty of time. She’s aiming a paper ball at the basket and throws it.

Lectures came did their jobs, assigned them work but none of the students was interested in class mostly girls, the only soul who was interested in class was her and boy were relaxed, they all looked like some baggage has left their shoulders Soon it was evening and everyone started to pack their bags and left the class, but Anika took her best friends to the canteen to know why everyone is behaving weirdly A-“What happened to you all, why are you all looking like dead” Her friends gave her are you mad look N-“Are you serious Annie, didn’t you heard the news or are you acting all chill” A-“What News?” R-little shocked and dramatic “Annie, you can’t be serious, don’t you know from now on Shiv

I had frowned in confusion, but then I saw a circle of students around the phone playing my voice, the were laughing with the personal hateful energy of people who had found something they planned to use as a weapon. Someone had even already made it a sound beat that could be shared easily. Someone else had already set it as a notification tone. And by the time I reached the classroom door, the hallway had turned into a comedy skit with me as the forced jokster, and I stood there while people I had known my whole life pointed and laughed and played my voice back to each other like it was the funniest and most rubbish thing they had heard all year. I had looked for Eric in the crowd and when

she replies "Shit, I feel like we don't get to hang out so much anymore" "Yeah me too" "Guys" Caleb enters "Mr. Patrick would get angry if he sees you-" "Caleb seems like you have something to tell the class" Mr. Patrick pointed him out Frankie and I try to hide our laugh Caleb stands "No sir, am sorry" "I don't like people talking in my class" "Am sorry sir" "Good, this is your last warning" "Yea sir" he sits back down and glares at us I and Frankie were struggling to keep our laugh hidden, tears were gathered in both our eyes, the fact that he wanted to warn us and got caught instead, is hilarious

"You think you're so funny, but guess what? You're not." "You're just a big, dumb, obnoxious jerk who doesn't know how to be funny without being cruel," I continue, my voice rising. "You don't know how to make people laugh without hurting their feelings. So here's a little piece of advice - learn how to be funny without being a jerk. Until then, leave me alone and leave everyone else alone too." I stand there, my chest heaving as I catch my breath. I look around the room, and I see a mixture of surprise, amusement, and respect on my classmates' faces. Jason just stares at me, his mouth hanging open.

"Look at Mr. Walsh's run! His belly is jiggling!" "He must be fuming right now. Look at his face. It's like ice!" "Teachers running on the field. That's not something you see every day." "Is that Mr. Young? Keep it up! Don't let that fatso Seth overtake you!" "Hahaha!" The students of Class 3-F were thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. The postures of the running teachers were too comical, with each one surpassing the previous in absurdity. Meanwhile, Logan stood with his arms crossed, a faint smile gracing his face.

He asked. "Dumb friend." I replied. "God, you didn't." He said, running a hand over his face, like he was embarrassed. He was cute when he did that. "Found something funny, Walker?" The teacher asked. "There should be some sort of Thanksgiving." He smirked. "Looks like your class might become interesting after all, Mr. Darius." The entire class burst out laughing and I just felt bad for our teacher. High school never lacked drama, I thought. It didn't matter if it was a school for rich kids or poor kids.