Class

Date: 2/28/2018

In this particular class, the classroom was our dining room, weirdly enough. We would use agreement sheets to ask if we could write them. But we abused them, or well, the others did. I was knelt under the table, picking up trash (which included lead and beads) when the news came that our teacher was taking away our ability to do so. It came out that a few rotten eggs in class had asked ok the agreement sheet some really ridiculous questions like, “Why aren’t we allowed to do the hankypanky?” Nevertheless, we were in trouble. As I went to throw the trash away I got an idea. I hurried to the pantry and reached for an agreement sheet, wanting to use that to apologize. But our teacher shoved his hand in my way, pushing the box away and making me whimper. I glanced at him and saw him sternly staring at me. “Sorry but I can’t let you do it until I’m sure that the class understands.”