Funny Things To Do In Class Novels & Stories

After hours and hours of seemingly endless conversations. I chuckled, recalling about the times they pranked the football players who dared to mess with her and Zannie. My favorite were the live worms Nica placed in their boxers and they all ended up scurrying out of the locker room screaming and wriggling right back to the field they just recently vacated. And also where a lot of students were currently studying since the field was more spacious than their classrooms. They looked ridiculous. I remember because I was studying on the bleachers with my group at the time when we heard screaming.

"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.

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.

I was used to teaching so the bossy teacher inside me woke up. Nobody responded. Most of them stared at me blankly. "Hiii again. Cheer up numbs" trying again. Now I see some of the faces lifting up. Especially the boys. "Are we numb?" "What is numb?" "Did she said dumb?" I heard whispers from the other side of the class as I turned to write on board. "Yes. Numb. I can hear your whispers" I shouted. I looked at Kevin who was already laughing. I completed my seminar somehow. Bell rang and we walked out of the class. Reaching the canteen, Kevin and I were already red by laughing so hard.

The images kept on flashing in my head and disrupting my perfect concentration. I also smiled a lot and made the Professor think he was funny. The fact that he thought I was laughing because of his lame jokes was actually hilarious too and each time he smiled at me, delivering another lame joke, I laughed silently because of the thoughts in my head, then at last, he announced the end of class, and left. The class scattered with students going around, talking to each other, walking out the door and making a lot of unnecessary noise. I looked at my textbooks wondering if there was anything else I had to do before closing the textbook and leaving class and just then, a gentle hand touched my sh

While listening with interest to her gossip, Yeh Wan got some information she almost had to forget, and walked leisurely to the door of Class F. The moment she walked to the door, the classroom was first strangely quiet for a second, followed by a frenzied slapping of the table and whistling. All are fearful of the world. To put it bluntly, she was the joker the students were bored with for fun. And Yeh Wan won't let them down every time.

Just like Blue, some girls, especially Nicole and her gang snigger like this are the funniest thing ever happening in our class. No, I remember which is funnier than this. When Nicole's friend Suzanne spit out her bubblegum accidentally in Nicole's head while laughing hard. The whole class started coughing after laughing hysterically. And Nicole could not even get that bubblegum out of her hair and ran home crying right after the first lecture. When I glance at Jeremy, I catch him looking down and mumbling something while closing his eyes. Oh, he is praying. But what is the use of asking God now? I do not think anyone can save him from Mr. Taylor except Mr. Taylor himself. The thought makes

He says " Tell me what you guys were talking about and I noticed that you three were not paying attention in the class and were busy in your talks. I didn't say anything funny so tell me why you three were laughing? " Now, this is the worst question to tell him what we were talking about because in the last ten minutes we three talked about many things including the talk about a professor and how boring we three are feeling and also how hungry we are feeling. We couldn't tell him what we were talking about so we kept silent. Some students from the class get busy with their own work and some are looking at us and the professor eager to know what is going to happen next with me and my friends.

Someone even said, “Who even reads books these days?” I wanted to roll my eyes. Duh, I do. “Okay, class! It’s Friday today, and you know the rules!” The girls groaned while the guys cheered and high-fived each other. For once, I actually relate to them—because I’d forgotten what Friday meant: Physical Education. Ugh. Or as I like to call it, physical torture. Every time we play sports, my classmates somehow find a way to make me the joke. If it’s volleyball, I’m the net. If it’s basketball, I’m the hoop. And if it’s dodgeball—well, I’m the first target.

“I swapped all the flashcards in his presentation with ones that had ‘cat memes’ on them. The entire lecture was an hour of memes, and the best part? He didn’t even notice until halfway through. None of the students told him; they just recorded it silently while trying to control their laugh.” Laughter erupted around the table, Neel shaking his head in disbelief while Dev tried—and failed—to stifle a smile. I found myself laughing too, the sound escaping me before I could stop it. It was a brief relief from the tension I had been carrying, a moment where I could just let go and be present. “That’s… honestly impressive. I could have done something similar with my History teacher if I had know