Stories of a Middle Schooler-Story 1
It was another day in math class. We were still in the first week of eighth grade and math was as boring as ever and yet not boring enough to make me fall asleep. “James, you need to go do this test out in the hall.” So I did. I did the test and I wasted about half the math class. Yes! So after I was done I spent another couple of minutes out in the hall to waste some more time. I was walking back to the class room and I opened the door and all the sudden this yardstick comes flying across the room. Holy crap! The yardstick shatterd on the wall and everyone was in awe. No one was saying anything and than Bobby pushes me out of the way and storms out of the room yelling “Nazi’s”. Apparently something had gone wrong. And it was a maths mate day. Maybe he hadnt got a good grade or maybe he was just pissed off. Whatever it was we were only a week into the school year and there could much more of this.
