This happened in my summer dual-credit class for web design, so we weren't using word, so I had to change it.
The guy behind me got a little frustrated is all. :|
-Phanny
"Danny? Can you try to not fall asleep in this class?" Mr. Lancer sighed, working on his computer, looking at the projector at the front on which his work showed. Lancer wasn't sure why he'd chosen to teach the computer lab that semester. Seeing as how vice-principal somehow coincided with "all-purpose insta-substitute" at Casper high, he had a choice between this and the chemistry class the next period. Which he also had with Fenton, Foley, and Manson.
In this class it was much less likely that anything would explode.
"Sorry, sir," Danny yawned, taking his face off of the keyboard. His text document was now completely covered in "jjjjjjjjhhhhhkkkk" where his forehead had been laying on the keys. He quickly began backspacing.
"Now, who can tell me how to insert a table in Microsoft Word. Danny, go."
"Wha-me?" The blue-eyed boy said, bewildered. Lancer knew he hadn't been paying attention.
It wasn't his fault, of course. He had another late night - didn't he deserve a little rest? He was also surprisingly cranky, as Tucker had figured out the hard way an hour or two earlier when he'd snapped at him for trying to take his lunch.
"Uhm…file?"
"No."
Danny cursed under his breath. He looked so stupid right now - he was so tired of this…
"Format and then…click something?"
"No.
"Am I getting warmer?"
"No, you're not."
Danny groaned.
"Danny, you can just say that you don't know."
"View something?"
"No."
"TOOLS?"
"No."
"Do you right click some shit?"
"…Danny…you go to insert, and then click table."
"…oh," Danny's face turned red, "okay."
"See me after class."
"Right."
...what?