A Frosh’s Nightmare
CHAPTER 34
A Frosh’s Nightmare
Kris woke up.
“Do you have an answer for me, Mr. Harris?”
Kris wiped away the drool that had begun to crust up on his face and looked up at his teacher, Mr. O’Kindley. “Huh?”
“Can you tell me the answer to this problem?” asked Mr. O’Kindley.
Kris looked at the board at what appeared to be a bunch of gibberish as far as he could tell. He had no clue what was going on.
“What is that?” Kris asked incredulously.
“Calculus, my boy, calculus!” was the response.
“But I’m in Algebra I, Mr. O.”
“You are,” replied Mr. O’Kindley, “but they’re in Calculus.” Kris’ teacher pointed to the desks behind him at the seniors that were suddenly all staring at him, laughing to themselves, and pointing at the poor freshman.
“Looooser!” he heard one say.
“What a dork!” he heard from someone else.
Kris looked at his watch. He had slept past the end of the last period and 15 minutes into this one. If he had any dignity left, he was planning on saving it. He slowly got up from his desk, picked up his bag and his books, gave a big smile to his teacher, then to the seniors who were enjoying themselves all too much. He then slowly exited.
Kris vowed that day he would never fall asleep in class again.
EVER.
THE END