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highlyeccentric) wrote2006-08-12 04:04 pm
highlyeccentric) wrote2006-08-12 04:04 pm
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My Brother Talks To Cuboards
Picture the scene: year ten class, in a science lab (but not a science class, it's just using the lab).
The class has a new teacher, and they deem her to be a bit of a pushover.
Suddenly, my brother's pencil case goes flying up to the front of the room, and hits someone in the head. Joel is banished to the back science bench, and thence he goes, decrying the unfairness of it all and the fact that it wasn't he who threw the pencil case in the first place.
He proceeds to sit up the back of the room, on the lab stool, happily chatting to the cuboard for the remaining half of the lesson.
The new teacher eyes him with great bafflement, but figures it best not to call attention to his behaviour. It might encourage him or something.
The class finishes; the students file out.
The cupboard doors open and two boys (not members of that class at all) unfold themselves, and march neatly out behind Joel.
The class has a new teacher, and they deem her to be a bit of a pushover.
Suddenly, my brother's pencil case goes flying up to the front of the room, and hits someone in the head. Joel is banished to the back science bench, and thence he goes, decrying the unfairness of it all and the fact that it wasn't he who threw the pencil case in the first place.
He proceeds to sit up the back of the room, on the lab stool, happily chatting to the cuboard for the remaining half of the lesson.
The new teacher eyes him with great bafflement, but figures it best not to call attention to his behaviour. It might encourage him or something.
The class finishes; the students file out.
The cupboard doors open and two boys (not members of that class at all) unfold themselves, and march neatly out behind Joel.