Monstrous Act Four – The library period continues – Pornography had begun and ended too

29^th March, 2012 (Most pathetic memory ever!)

Grade five, Green- B*****h**** School System, Walton Campus

{Substitution in grade five, section green}

Continued... (Last part! yay!)

I wanted to pull my hair out by that time. Only two periods had passed, two more periods and the lunch time was still to go.

During lunchtime, a transfer student, U, had his bench placed by my seat. He had come from Dubai and joined the school a month back. I had not noticed him in the mayhem before. He did not talk to anyone. All through the break time he drew pictures, scribbled in his drawing pad or just remained quiet.

I was talking to him about his previous school when A came up to me and offered a Leechee toffee that I at once accepted and started chewing. I never keep toffees in my mouth to suck and simply chew them away. A didn’t just let go of his toffee; he saw me chewing and came back. “Miss you’re not supposed to bite it!” He snapped. I ignored him and kept talking to U. Once the break was over I told the class to settle down but lunch had revived their dampened spirits, if they ever had been dampened. They were now worse than ever. No matter how much I pleaded them to remain in their seats they jumped on the chairs and pushed their tables to create a pandemonium.

A: Miss you keep talking to him. Why do you keep talking to him? He will draw you too.

Me: Isn’t that good?  You should sit with him and share the book you’re reading with him. Come.

A: MISSSSS!?

Me: What (I could actually sense something really bad in the way he said MISSSSS)?

Enter H

H: Miss A is right. Don’t talk to him. He’s not good. (And off he went after this declaration)

A: Do you know?

Me: No. I don't know. Please go back to your seat.

A: Miss, miss, he draws…*whispering*…bad drawing miss. Very bad drawings.

Me: (I turned to U)  Aww. It doesn’t matter; you’ll get better. You know practice makes a man perfect. Keep doing what you’re doing.

A: BUT MISS. HE DRAWS GIRLS WITH NO CLOTHES MISS!

-pause-

Me: (Speechless) uhh?

(I am very sure I had the most stupid expression on my face ever encountered by people on this planet)

A: And do you know about ESS-EE-EX (S.E.X) miss? He talks about it miss. You know when I sit with him. S.E.X miss. Do you know about it?

-pause-

Me: (Speechless) uhh?

Enter (again) H

H: He does miss.

The girls that were victims of H before now sided with him, seconding all claims made by A and H about U.  

I looked at U and he had the most evil grin on his face, or may be my brain preferred to hallucinate rather than tolerate what was happening in real time. Anyway, the hallucination was equally shitty. I could see bloody rapists in all of them.

That was all I could tolerate folks! Don’t expect any more from this story, I left the class and asked their class teacher to arrange for another substitute. That’s where the story ends. :P Not everything has to have a proper ending. Some things just end …. thuss! :P LOL. :P

Cheerio!  :P

Moral: Give a good thought to your capabilities of rearing children before you produce them, otherwise don't bother. There's already enough garbage around.