Frustrations
Sitting here bored as usual, me David Lillard. I'm your average senior with below average grades. Like most I wake up get dress and enjoy a long day of public education, fun right? Plenty of people have been in my shoes although I'm pretty sure those people probably had better outlook on life, me not so much. Whenever I went to school there was only one thing I could think about.
"God when is this gonna enddddd?"
The other students snicker and chuckle while I slump in my wooden assign seat.
"Lillard! Do you have something you'd like to share with the class?"
My Adult school teacher inquiry flustered by my accidentally outburst.
"No I'm just tired of sitting. May I stand or something this contraption giving me a cramp?"
By contraption I meant my chair, desk hybrid. I mean who's smartass concluded this was a good idea. What if a fire broke out, or an earthquake, this thing was more of a hazard than table.
Closing his Bible size textbook he erased the whiteboard before saying over the low chatter-
"Alright everyone I guess that means we've done enough catching up for today I'll see you tomorrow four o'clock sharp. If you were assign the history project I like that turn in by Friday, you are dismissed."
The quickest of us were gone before the man could finish his sentence, the stragglers found other exits. Seemingly every last one of us wanted out of the classroom before the thirty-two year old man could change his mind.
"young man, come here for a second."
Dammit I was so close! I had gotten caught behind the hoard of escapees and no one else was beside me, meaning there was only one person he could be referring to, me(cringe).
"Hey. excuse me Mr. Lillard ?"
He was referring to me by my last name definitely not a good sign.
"Fuck." I mumbled.
"What was that?" he asked.
"(Cough) oh nothing it was just my backpack, it got caught on something."
"uh-huh yeah I bet but understand this the next time I hear you use profanity in my classroom you'll be catching detention. Now catch a seat ."
Exhaling under my breath I took a seat nearest to the door. I figure he was gonna give me some type of lecture or maybe some long unwanted talk about using God's name in vain, but nothing came. Eventually I figure he was putting me in some form of silent detention. Yeah maybe that's it, but as I struggle with my sanity continue to play innocent as he shuffle through multiple documents till finally he notice my wanted desire to 'get the f**k outta here'.
"Give me a minute I've got paperwork overdue."
"ok." I responded
I try to stay calm, but every second in this desk was a waste of my precious time.
Sitting there starring at the whiteboard was like trying to swallow a cactus just to discover it contains no water after crash landing in a deserted desert. It was mentally agonizing. He said this wasn't detention so why was I here?
"am I in detention?"
"No."
"so I can leave?"
"No."
"no & no, that's a double negative meaning yes I'm in detention, but I may leave. Ok see you tomorrow ?"
Slowly getting out of my seat, I started to leave walking towards the door until the teacher decided to speak again.
"Lillard if by God you don't sit in that seat, I will give you detention for so long you & your children will be celebrating their fourteenth Christmas here."
"ugh, come on!" I say.
I give him this look that reads 'really you're gonna make me stay here until I have children, Christmas tree and all'.
"Take a seat please."
I angrily walk back to my chair and sit. Grinding the soles of my shoes as I purposely stare in the opposite direction, hoping some ridiculous scenario will cause the day to be over like maybe the zombie apocalypse or Maybe…
"Aye Faucet?"
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