Monstrous Act Two– The library period continues – Pre-pornography dilemma

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

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

{Substitution in grade five, section green}

Continued from previous post:

{I turned towards rest of the class now}

Enter – H (A brawny boy who had his pockets filled with elastic rubber bands and was determined to hit every girl at every single spot which his sorry self was not supposed to be concerned with}.

Me: Baita! Please hand over the rubber bands to me. What’s your name?

H: H miss. Sorry miss. Please don’t call my parents miss. Sorry. Miss sorry. 

Me: Okay.

H: Bands miss?

Me: Here you go. Don’t use them again. Okay?

H: Sure miss. Sorry again. Thank you.

H didn’t use the bands again. He distributed them to his friends sitting in all four corners of the classroom. I still have no idea how he did that because he never left his seat once. Now there were elastic rubber bands flying across the whole class and little angry screams followed by muffled laughter arose every second.

In the class students benches were arranged in clusters of five or six. H’s cluster had only him and two girls so I took the fourth empty seat. He was the root of all disturbances in the class and if I engaged him others would find something else to do. This trick actually worked. He talked with me; his minions waited for him to resume the rubber-band war but on getting no response they busied themselves in tick-tack-toe and page-cricket.

Finally a moment to be proud of! Yay! <3 p="">

To be continued...

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An excerpt from the book 'James and the Giant Peach' by 'Roald Dahl'. (The book was actually written for children but whatever!)
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‘My dear young fellow,’ the Old-Green-Grasshopper said gently, ‘there are a whole lot of things in this world of ours that you haven’t started wondering about yet. Where, for example, do you think I keep my ears?’

‘Your ears? Why , in your head, of course.’

Everyone burst out laughing.

‘You mean you don’t even know THAT?’ cried the Centipede.

‘Try again,’ said the Old-Green-Grasshopper, smiling at James.

‘You can’t possibly keep them anywhere else?’

‘Oh can’t I?’

‘Well – I give up. Where do you keep them?’

‘Right here,’ the Old-Green-Grasshopper said. ‘One on each side of my tummy.’

‘It’s not true!’

‘Of course it’s true. What’s so peculiar about that? You ought to see where my cousins the Crickets and the Katydids keep theirs.’

‘Where do they keep them?’

‘In their legs. One in each front leg, just below the knee.’

‘You mean you didn’t know that either?’ the centipede said scornfully.

‘You’re joking,’ James said. ‘Nobody could possibly have his ears in his legs.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because …because it’s ridiculous, that’s why.’

‘You know what I think is ridiculous?’ the centipede said, grinning away as usual. ‘I don’t mean to be rude, but I think it is ridiculous to have ears on the sides of one’s head. It certainly looks ridiculous. You ought to take a peek in the mirror some day and see for yourself.’

‘Pest!’ cried the Earthworm. ‘Why must you always be so rude and rambunctious to everyone? You ought to apologize to James at once.’