A Series Of Short Reminiscences

Schoolio

I remember I had this teacher, named Mr. Innes, in 7th grade for humanities. He was probably the nicest teacher I ever had; he never yelled, screamed, and never got mad or any of that. He was legit the best. Also, he had a characteristic seldom found in teachers. He was really fun and engaging with the class!! But, not merely to the point of keeping the class awake and productive but, to the point that everyone in school that had him would always ask those that did have him stuff like "What'd Innes teach you guys today" or "How was Innes' class" and a whole bunch of other stuff. Sometimes, we (those of us that had him) would even talk about something we'd done for days and days after we'd already done it. As you can tell Mr. Innes was the best. But, I didn't write this to tell how my middle school teacher was better than yours or anything; I wrote it to tell something that happened in his class that will forever effect my decisions in my years to come of schooling and so forth.
Now that the prologue is out the way here's what happened. In seventh grade I always usually did my homework and whatnot but unfortunately one night just I forgot to do it. So I come into school thinking "I'll do it before class." Mind you this homework was for music class which is the class I had after Innes' class. So, anyways I'm thinking "Ok, I'll just do it during Innes' class." Finally, the time for humanities comes and I'm in class just starting to do the homework and whatnot and then ALL OF A SUDDEN I hear Mr. Innes saying my name and stuff, "...Bradley did this and that so well.... I just wanted to point that out blah blah and He's been doing this and that so congra--... Um Bradley? What are you doing?!!" Immediately, I'm thinking "Oh gosh I'm soooo screwed." He walks over as I furiously scramble to put the paper away but I'm too slow. He reaches my desk and sees title of the worksheet that says music homework he then asks "Is that music homework?" Me being a complete dunce replies "No." He looks at me as his face turns red. By the way, as we're talking amongst ourselves the entire class is silent and apparently confused because (1) they have no clue, as do I, why I was being recognized for doing something well and (2) they have no clue that I was doing homework. So as I said before he's turning red and his face literally looks like a tomato. He's says "Let me see the paper!" Now I could've continued my lie and could've said "What paper" or something like that but as he did not take that first lie well. I knew I had to be truthful so I handed over the paper. He looks at it quick and then back at me "You know what.... Just forget it! And i was going to.... Ugh, just forget it." He places the paper on his desk and proceeds to the front of the room. At this point, I'm sure he didn't ask me to leave his room and just continued with the lesson but for anti-climatic purposes and because it is a fabricated part of the story that I told in every version of the story, why not leave it be. So anyways as he walks towards the front of the class with his back turned he says "Bradley, leave my room. I don't care where you go; just get out." So I leave. And for those who really want to know what happened with the homework and the relationship between me and my favorite teacher. Later on he came to my music class in the middle of the period told my music teacher how I was doing my homework in class. Then he pulled me out and before he said that he was not mad at me but very disappointed. I felt like crap. The next days were awkward because I had to answer questions from friends about what happened and why'd he yell at me and I was also unsure how to act in his class but in almost no time things were back to normal and he was my favorite teacher again. To end this reminiscence, my advice to all kids everywhere, "Always do your HOMEWORK."