As I was eating my Mini Wheats, my mom came in the kitchen and yelled, 'YOU'RE LATE, WYATT! GET GOING!' I really freaked out. My alarm clock's alarm had been set to 7:15, though. Then it hit me. My little brother, Beckett, must've sneaked into my room in the night and un-set my alarm. Oh, was he gonna get it. I was ready to throw some puns. Not punches. I put on my hoodie, hugged my mom, and bolted out the door to school.
I ran down 4th Street, down to where it intersected with School Street, and charged across the street into school. Luckily, people were still getting their things from their lockers, I wasn't too late. I think my mom just over-reacted, I dunno. Anyways, I walked over to my locker, between Jake Reilly, my best friend, and Brianna Drake, a fellow human being. I pulled out my joke book, textbooks, etc. (You people don't need to know what I did at that moment.) I said morning to Jake, who replied with a, 'What did Obi-Wan Kenobi say to Luke at dinner? May the forks be with you.' He gave an evil smile as a let out a chuckle, and walked down the hall to homeroom. I headed the opposite way, down to the (as me and my friends call her) devil teacher, Miss Parker. Yep, I had her for 15 minutes every day PLUS English class. Jake was lucky, he had Mrs. O'Ryan as his homeroom, and, as I've heard, she gives you a Jolly Rancher if you come to school for 20 days in a row. Yep. Miss Parker doesn't do that.
As I entered the dreaded classroom, I noticed something weird. Miss Parker wasn't the teacher sitting at the desk. It was a dark blond-haired woman, who looked like she was maybe, 25 or so. I was really confused. I sat a my normal desk, next to my friend Joey Jordan, and asked him, 'Why isn't Miss Parker here?'
He responded with 'She was moved to a high school up in Wildwood.'
I was astonished. I whisper-yelled, 'Seriously?!?!? Who's the new teacher then?'
'I don't know her name yet,' Joey replied.
Then, the room got quiet. "Hello, kids, my name is Ms. Ramirez, and I will be your homeroom teacher, and if you're actually smart enough to get into Honors English, I will be having you in class. Now, I'd like to say something. If you'd like to crack puns and jokes during homeroom, I do not really care. As long as you do NOT crack eggs, or you'll be eggs-pecting detention. Now, let me take attendance."
I started thinking to myself, This. Woman. Is. AMAZING! Then, she called my name. I said here, and then said, 'Just don't say quiet after my name, it'll sound to me like, 'quiet, quiet.''
She gave a short giggle, then went on reading names. I was astonished. A teacher actually gave a GIGGLE to one of my puns, and it wasn't even the best arrow in my quiver. Wow. Just wow. After homeroom, I had geography, which is my FAVORITE class. I am such a geography nerd, you do not even know. Like, how far away is Cape May from LA? My normal guess would have been about 2,775 miles, because Boston is about 3,000 miles away. Without traffic, the drive would take 41 hours, and, the big thing here, 2,803.8 mi. My guess was very close, saying the amount of miles involved.
In Geography, we had our normal teacher, Mr. Mansella, or, as everyone called him (not with him around), Mr. Monotonous. No matter what, he spoke in a monotone. CNN10 reviews, test answers, the list goes on. Even when he was going to give some poor kid detention, his voice barely changed pitch.
Next, I had Honors Math. OK, I'm a full on nerd. Do I care? No. Again, no new teacher, I was fine with that. Then, I had Art. Art was probably my favorite class. I honestly had the freedom to tell puns. I can literally go up to my teacher, Mrs. Lopes, and ask, 'What do you call a critic on a safari?' She would answer with an 'I don't know, what do you call a critic on a safari?' Then I would answer back with 'A hippo-crite,' and walk away, smirking while she groaned. I have many more corny puns in my arsenal.
