Funny Classroom Novels & Stories

Again at the potion making class, with Miss Harmony. Many students thought there are too many classes like this in the timetable. Why? Maybe because it was the funniest class ... if you were one of those students who liked to sit for hours next to a cauldron simmering so slowly that you sometimes felt like throwing a huge amount of firewood to set fire to everything, including the potion. However, as for the students who attended Miss Harmony's class and sat next to that cauldron, almost everyone felt like going mad.

I had survived the hospital; I could survive this too…and again…” When I finally returned to class, I found my seat still empty, the room filled with a mix of chatter and unfinished assignments. Halfway through math, an unexpected commotion broke out in the back of the classroom. I turned to see a group of students pointing and laughing. “What’s happening?” I asked the girl next to me. “Looks like Jake just spilled his drink all over Brian!” she giggled, and I couldn't help but smile at the silliness of it all for a fleeting moment.

It was my job, as the conductor, to decipher this complex score and bring the students together in a beautiful, if sometimes cacophonous, composition. The classroom wasn't just desks and textbooks, it was a jungle gym of emotions. Every teen has their own story, their drama, playing out right in front of me. One minute it's bracelet-making and giggles, the next it's cold stares and whispered threats. James, the class clown, just launched another spitball, this one meeting the wall with a satisfying plop. Yeah, this room was more than math tests and spelling bees. It was a whirlwind of "who likes who" and "who hates who," a messy, complicated soap opera playing out with backpacks and juice b

I'm not that strict of a teacher. "Well you usually make us do tonnes of work every lesson, Why is today different?" I'm trying to impress you. "I think you all need a break from the stress of school," I reply, expelling the real reason why from my brain. He doesn't look convinced but nods anyways. I sit at my desk and log into my N*****x account to play it on the projector. "What movie do you want to watch?" I ask the whole class as I start scrolling. "Fifty shades!" Cole shouts and I almost choke. The class laughs and Lacey hits Cole round the head.

I snickered. Without further ado, I loped out of the restroom, controlling my ragged breath. Heart beating over the roof of my head, I increased my pace, while trying to keep in normal and stay calm. Entering the classroom, so many eyes followed me again. “ Guess someone has gotten an exclusive scissors or…fingering,” one of the boys mocked, and the rest of the class laughed, whooping and jeering. I settled down, unperturbed, waiting for the next class.

“Even worse… the asshole, I think he knew I was watching him play because when I turned around and looked again, he was watching me with a smirk on his face… can you believe that?!” Annie laughed harder. “It is not funny.” “Sure, it is.” “You are no help at all.” I started walking down the corridor to our art class and she followed me, still laughing at me. The class was a lot of fun as we painted dead nature and we got to learn new techniques which I really enjoyed. Annie and I walked slowly towards the cantina the moment the bell rang announcing our lunch break, where we would meet up with Lizzy and Mandy as they had geography together.

Asshole better. Mr. Asshole mutters some incoherent words before carrying on with his lesson. After like, literally one second, Mr. Asshole sprints out of the classroom mysteriously without saying a single word. The whole class seems to be caught in some sort of trance, just everyone gaping at each other. And then all hell breaks loose. I have no idea what just happened because that was really confusing.

He read on its map that the school had four Canteens. He had already entered it when he joined the enrollment so even if he only went once, he already knew the place. Towards the end of the school is an abandoned building. It is close to the forest. After a long walk he found his classroom. He knocked first before entering. The classroom is air conditioner and in the middle is a 35 inches TV. The contents of the room stared at him. He entered without hesitation. "You must be the new kid. Come in." The Teacher who was sitting in the middle smiled. His smile turned into a grin as a prank entered his brain.

"The one you all saw was from a fake webpage I made just for fun. It's made to resemble the official one. I'm not an idiot. Why would I joke about my own future?" At this moment, the class teacher walked in with a livid face. She slapped the podium. "What are you guys doing? Choosing a major is a big life decision. How could you treat it like a joke? Who's going to tell me what's really going on?" The classroom was silent, with only intermittent crying sounds heard here and there.

“This is your class. I have to get to mine now. Catch you later.” I waved. “See you later.” After he left, I stood before the classroom door. I inhaled deeply twice, trying to steady my racing heart. “You can do this, Lyra.” I pushed the door open. The moment I stepped inside, the entire classroom burst into laughter. My smile slowly disappeared. What did I do? Confused, I looked around. Then I noticed several students pointing toward my glasses. “Those glasses are ancient!” someone said. “They belong in a museum!” another student mocked.