Like Grade A Nutcase: A Short Story

The familiar aroma of coffee fills the air as I enter the not so common area. I feel very bewildered in the labyrinth of hallways searching for my classroom just like I had stepped into corn maze as a child. At last, I locate the secluded room tucked away inside the massive building. Even though the number on the door matches the number on my schedule I am still second guessing if I am in the right place. The door opened up as students poured out. Finally, I took my seat at the back, trying my hardest to sit down unnoticed. My hands were shaking as I wrote the class name at the top of my paper. After what seemed like ages the professor proceeded to

A typical routine of a fourth grade student in Five Oaks, Michigan shifted immediately when the unfamiliar substitute teacher entered the classroom. Mr. Hibler, the students’ normal teacher, came down with a cough and wasn’t in the classroom for a few days. Inside the school setting is where all the important and developing events throughout the story occurred. The students were used to the typical memorization of facts, predictable subjects, and uneventful classroom teachings. Miss Ferenczi disrupted this normality of the routine of a day the students had. “She said that the Egyptians were the first to discover that dogs, when they are ill, will not drink from rivers, but wait for the rain, and hold their jaws open to catch it.” (Baxter 256) The facts and statements she said to the students engulfed their thoughts. Leading them to be confused, intrigued, and curious to hear more. These were feelings they never expected to feel at school. While, more often than not, Miss Ferenczi was presenting mythical, untrue, or incorrect facts, the students mindsets shifted in the classroom. Boredom no longer invaded the students whenever Miss Ferenczi was speaking. “There was no sound in the classroom, except for Miss Ferenczi’s voice, and Donna DeShano’s

I pull out a chair right by Emma and put my chin in my palm. The teacher, Mr. Brown, started to teach which made me want to go to sleep. My eye hesitated to stay open then I heard a loud bang. Someone drop their chair on the floor which made me wide awake in this boring

On that awkward and confusing day, I shifted from corner-to-corner. Finally, one of the students said, “Miss.” “Miss.” “The security button is over there.”

Crooked 2nd Grade Have you ever detested one of your school years? Did you get into a lot of trouble over frivolous, immature actions? Did you have one of your beloved family members kick the bucket? Or forced your frail teacher to astonishingly collapse and be swiftly wheelchaired to the drafty, hushed atmosphere of the office to the point of them retiring?

I unplugged and turned it off in a hurry. I goggled at the school--it looked like a castle from a story book! I was grinning like a fool, as Prefect so kindly told me (and I retorted saying that he’s got a stick up his behind--he didn’t seem to get it, and it made me go “Ha Ha!” internally, even if he did, I wasn’t paying much attention, as my focus was on the school). I began to bounce excitedly in my seat. “This is going to be awesome!” I whispered under my breath.

As Cole Johnston's alarm went off at 6:30am he started his day off as usual and went down to the courtyard and started to Sketch the big old oak tree in the middle of the courtyard. As usual he sketched for a hour and a half,but something didn't feel

Overview/ Description of Class Session: As I walked inside, all of the students and including the teacher sat in a circle, in the back corner of the classroom. The teacher started an activity by asking “What is the best way to start the day?” and before I knew it the entire classroom began to clap in a specific pattern. The teacher then continued, by facing the student to her right and saying “Good morning __(Students name)__”. Once

More students started drizzling into the empty halls, the voices getting louder. Hearing laughter throughout the halls as groups of students gathered in circles

The classroom was not how I had expected it to be. I was immediately surrounded by a sea of blue. The turquoise painted walls were like the Caribbean, calm, peaceful, and relaxing. There were thousands of miscellaneous objects lying all around the room. On the left side of the classroom was a corner of books, stacked nearly all the way to the ceiling. On the back table, a wooden bowl of red peppermint candies

In Mr. Rodriguez class there was a kid that I could tell right away that he was a special kid. He sat in Mr. Rodriguez desk by himself, and he had to be constantly moving a chair next to him. I sat right across him, and observed closely. As Mr. Rodriguez will talk about an assignment the student would interrupt constantly, and then he would start laughing out of nowhere.

I hadn’t noticed how much the conversation had become heated. I had unknowingly stood up from my seat, the palms of hands slammed onto my desk. I had been seething with hatred, my face blotchy and overheated. Mr. Hartford had a look of pure disbelief on his face. I breathed out and looked around the room at the students who had been staring at me. Some had their mouths open in awe, while others looked at me with disgust and hatred. Someone had begun clapping and other had begun to join in, which had me shrinking back into my seat. The bell rang, causing a long needed disruption.

The bell rang louder than ever and that meant we had to transition back to homeroom. All of the students huddled into the door frame and pushed and shoved out of the classroom. Me being the smart child just stepped aside and let the stampede pass. When I entered Ms.Erskine’s class, I saw an unfamiliar face sitting next to my other friend Fatim. Fatim and Nevaeh were sitting at the desk chatting away like they were previous best friends. I slowly walked into the classroom confused

I quickly glanced over my shoulder and I opened the door to the library and the smell of old books filled my nostrils. As soon as I walked in, I turned to the right, toward all the computers. There were 5 rows with 4 computers in each row. The lab was almost empty, except there was a third grader sitting in the back row. He jumped up when he saw us and bolted out of the library. R.J. and I looked at each other and shrugged. I raced to the fifth row and sat at the computer by the wall, my all time favorite. It seemed to be just a little faster than the others, or that’s what I have thought anyways. R.J. sat in the second row at the end.

Wow, he's a a dirty bitch. On top of that how is this guy going to try to blackmail someone and not think that they won't get exposed especially if they're a YouTuber. Good thing you have proof of this bullshit BHD. Pfft, trifling for no reason. That would be cool if the other three people would contact you and ya'll could team up on this whack motherfucker.