It was a sleepy summers day and all could think about was getting home and relaxing. The sun was gleaming down on us and glistened in our eyes as it reflected through all the droplets of water hanging off the shade cloth. The end of lunch bell finally rang and we all trudged to the lockers to get our books for fifth period. Food Technology. I only chose that subject because it was a bludgeon. And I guess everyone else there had the same idea as me, because they didn’t seem all that bright. We all sat down and Miss Kemp had that familiar look of sadness in her eyes when she saw it was us that she had to teach.
The sky turned two shades darker as clouds began to blanket the sky. Sat up the back in my usual seat next to a quiet girl, like me. The group of trouble makers sat to the left of us and the girls who actually wanted to learn how much flour was needed to bake a cake sat up the front. To the left sat the stoner, staring straight Out the window, not touching their books for the whole lesion. “Turn to page three hundred and eight in your excel books”, Said the teacher. What? Shouted the boys on the left. You promised us it was Para today? This is bullwhip! A general giggle erupted across the classroom. Let sorry for the teacher as she and I both knew she was in for an hour of torture. “We only have practical classes once a week, you know that” she said hesitantly. Yeah.. Well – that’s sit isn’t it! Said one of the boys. The teacher was beginning to show her frustration but she didn’t reply. She knew they got their kicks out of making her angry so she remained silent. They had made her cry a couple of times this term already. I didn’t see why they liked teasing her; but still didn’t tell them off. The lesion went on and they continued to make smart ears comments directed at the teacher.
The stoner would laugh and egg them on. The girls at the front tried to blank out the mind numbing rubbish that was being catapulted from the back of the room. And I sat in the middle of it all. Trying so stay on the good side of the trouble makers, but, trying not to look as if I was associated with them. All of a sudden they counted to three and fell off their chairs as if an earthquake had hit the classroom. I remained on my chair as the whole situation seemed like utter nonsense. Laughter flooded the room and then the teacher spat it. “That’s it; get outside, all of you! They Todd up and headed for the door past the girls sitting at the front. The teacher looked up, and pointed at me. “And what do you think you are doing. Think your funny do you? Thought I told you to get out?! ” wanted to say that didn’t even like those guys and that wasn’t a part of their plan. But I got up and walked outside anyway. “Your parents will all be receiving and phone call tonight, and you all have a Saturday detention. Not a Saturday! I thought to myself. Only deters get Saturdays.. Started to think that next food tech class might sit up the front of the class with the girls instead.
