Frighteningly enough, this is based on a true story.
Title: Field Trip
Characters: Mr. Simmons and various
I've always considered myself a fair teacher. I listen to my students, and help them as best I can. They're all just such special young people. There are some, though, whom are just naturally difficult. Thaddeus Gammelthorpe, or Curly, as the kids call him, is one of these children. I don't think its his fault, but… still…
"Excuse me, class, where is Curly?"
"You let him go to the bathroom. Remember, Mr. Simmons? He was whining, saying 'Mr. Siiiimmmmons, I have to go to the baaaathrooom!'"
"Yes, Harold, but that was at nearly half an hour ago. Can you go check on him?"
"Bu-but…. What if he jumps me?! He scares meee!"
Helga sat up straight then. "You're sending pudgy over there on a reconnaissance mission? He'll get lost. Just watch!"
"Rec… re-con-stit-ence? What's that? Stop confusing me!" Harold started to tear up.
"I believe Helga means the Renaissance, a period when fashion really began to bloom," stated Rhonda knowledably. "However, Helga, I hardly see how this fits in the context of your statement." She flipped her hair and smiled smugly.
I withheld a sigh. "Everybody! Get up!"
Silence and obedience. I smiled.
"We're all going on a field trip!"