The Cupcake Theory

38) I'm Still Working on My Communication Skills

38) I'm Still Working on My Communication Skills

Used scrunched up tissues surround my desk.

The dark room can't hide the tears on half the classes face. Sadly the surround sound can't cover up the sound of constant wailing either.

"Just kiss her already!" the girl behind me yells at the projected screen. Should I tell her that they can't actually hear her?

"Don't let go Jack," another voice calls out. If they're going to banter with the movie could they at least get the movie right?

Groaning I close my eyes and rest my head in arms which is protecting me from the disease infected desk. Please let this be over soon.

A loud synchronised honk comes from around the room. There they go blowing their noses again, I wait for their attempts to throw them in the bin but instead just hit me.

Apparently, there are very few who are able to resist Ryan Gosling's charm. This includes my English teacher who stormed into class today with an aim to make herself feel better after a date that I'm guessing didn't go very well.

I watch as Charlie walks over to our teacher with caution.
"Miss," he taps her on the shoulder lightly but doesn't get her attention. He attempts to push her a little harder but all this does is make her shoo his hand away like it's a fly. Whimpering, he throws his head back in exhaustion. This is great entertainment but I do feel his pain. Trying to get the teacher attention is already hard enough without a movie playing now throw in some good old overly romanticised Hollywood actor and there could be an apocalypse and she wouldn't notice.

I yell "FIRE!" But nobody reacts. Well, it's good to know if there was an emergency we would all still be here watching a movie while the school burned down.

"Ryan Gosling Sucks."

Silence.

That may have been a bad decision on my behalf.

In a split second the movie is paused, the lights are turned and Mrs Beehag is standing over my desk.

"Mackenzie, what did I say about talking during the movie?" She leans forward to stare me down.

"You said that I should keep my mouth shut and enjoy the cinematic genius of The Notebook. I also remember you saying something about nobody disturbing you unless it was an emergency."

"Yes, does there seem to be a problem with my requests Miss StClair?"

"Oh no, nothing's wrong, I just thought it would be appropriate to get your attention as one of your students is in desperate need of the facilities that lie outside of this classroom."

"Pardon?" The entire classes' eyes are on me, ready for her to pounce and blow up the entire room in flames.

And where is Charlie in my time of need? He is standing in the same position as I left him but now he is jogging on the spot.

I motion towards my friend who is to distracted by his own problems to notice the whole class watching him. "He will pee on the floor if you don't let him leave this instant."

"What?" He turns his head in our direction in confusion after hearing his name.

"Just leave. Flee this place. Relieve yourself from the misery you're in. Release your bladder," according to all the disgusted faces I've gone too far "too much information?"

Charlie awkwardly shuffles out without another word.

Clapping her hands together the teacher gains the attention of the class that is now noisy and disrupted, "As we've got that nonsense out of the way and I don't think starting the movie again is appropriate so I want you to write an essay. It will be on the struggles of love while referring to The Notebook and your real life experiences. And remember it's your opinion so there is no wrong answer."