Phrontistery Of Monster Kind - Six Feet Deep

Chapter 6

I walked into the classroom with a heavy heart, knowing that it was going to be a long and difficult day. The moment I entered; I could see that things were already off to a bad start. The students were running amok, shouting profanities, and throwing things around the room. The classroom itself was a mess - chairs were scattered around, textbooks and stationery were thrown carelessly on the floor, and my students were acting like wild animals. Some of them were even climbing onto the desks and chairs, completely disregarding any sense of order.

I tried my best to stay composed, but as the chaos escalated, my frustration boiled over. Times like these I hate that corporal punishment was made illegal in 1998- not that I would do it personally.

The situation only got worse as the day went on, when one class's anger flowed into another.

They were not only disrespecting me, but each other as well. It was clear that something needed to be done. At first, I thought it may have been the day that there was something riling up the students more than usual. But after a quick chat to Mors (without giving any details) nothing was out of the ordinary. So, it was just my classes.

In my last class of the day, year eleven Human Studies.

I stopped my presentation on the anatomy and physiology of humans and took my seat. I had most of these students twice that day. Crossing my arms, I watched them intently, deciding to step in if they did any physical damage to one another.

A few caught onto the shift in the room as I remained silent. One asked what I was doing.

"You wanted to behave like wild animals, well, I'm allowing you. But don't come running to me if you end up injured." A lie but none of them seemed to notice as I kept my sights on them, unblinking.

It wasn't an immediate change, but gradually, their attitude started to shift, too unnerved to continue.

When they started taking their seats, I decided to continue, "You all act worse than human children." Something they would take as an insult. "And they don't even possess half the abilities that each of you have. If you don't wish to learn, then don't bother coming to my class. Each one of you will be receiving detention and I will be reporting your appalling conduct to your year coordinator. The remaining class time will be spent cleaning up the classroom and if you get it done quickly and together, I may reconsider the detention."

All the students groaned.

"I am still more than willing to give you that detention, and I'm certain you'll earn another one from-"

A couple of students stood up. I cut myself off when I observed them begin to tidy up. Some hesitated but were urged by others, who complained about potential consequences and losing privileges for discriminating against the human teacher.

I didn't intend to play that card, but their year coordinator might perceive it that way. Besides, I didn't even know who their coordinator was, so I would have to ask Mors for that information later.

As the day ended and the students filed out of the classroom, they left behind a nearly spotless room. The only things amiss were a few misplaced chairs and tables, along with a handful of broken ones that the groundskeeper would either repair or discard.

Two students offered to retrieve more chairs from storage as an apology, ensuring I would have enough for my night class. The dragon and wolfman set them aside, roughly returning them to their designated spots, before preparing to leave.

"Oh, that reminds me Mr Pendragon, your great-grandmother said hello and wants you to write to her," I called out to a year eleven as he headed out.

"You met her? I-" He thought for a moment. "I sent a message to-" He groaned and hit the doorway. His friend hovered in the background waiting for him to follow. "I'll send her a letter. Oh, and call me Aidan. Calling people by their last names makes you sound like Lady Macbone."