Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

Boys II Mensa

Today in class, Mr. Feeny went up the front of the classroom. "I have graded your book reports from last Friday." I glance at Cory who was now wearing a clown nose. "And after I pass them out, we'll discuss them." As Cory made goofy faces, me and Shawn tried to hold back our laughs and Mr. Feeny caught on. "Ah, Mr. Matthews." Cory turned to Mr. Feeny with a nervous smile. "Shall I express my usual disappointment or just ask you to guide my sleigh tonight?" 

"Uh, wrong holiday, Mr. Feeny," Cory said, removing the nose. "See, Halloween's coming up and I was just test driving my clown nose."

"Then I insist you stay in the driver's seat. Put the nose back on for the rest of the morning," he told Cory before going over to me, giving me back my paper. "Ms. Cooper, well done." I got a B+. "Mr .Minkus, excellent work as usual. I particularly enjoyed your haiku on Captain Ahab's obsession with the great white whale."

"'The calm blue ocean'," Minkus began to recite. "'Sun lights up the monster's eye. He sees me whale food'."

"It works on so many levels," Mr. Feeny said.

"Brown-noser," Shawn said to Minkus.

"Troglodyte," Minkus replied.

I snicker while Shawn looks to me in confusion. "He called you ignorant." 

I think that if it wasn't for me loving sports or Cory and Shawn being my friends since the beginning, I would be classified as a nerd or weirdo.

Mr. Feeny handed out everyone's reports. "Mr. Lewis, very good work. Mr.Matthews, not one of your better efforts. Mr. Hunter."

Cory stopped Mr. Feeny. "Hey, this isn't fair. Rick and I both got C's. How come you tell him he did good work and you tell me it wasn't one of my better efforts?"

"Would Bozo please come to the center ring?" Mr. Feeny asked causing Cory to walk forward. "Mr.Lewis worked very hard to get his C and I respect him for that. You, on the other hand, waste your efforts on being the class clown."

"How come you always pick on me, Mr. Feeny? How come you never pick on Minkus?" Cory questioned.

"Have you taken a blow to the head, Mr.Matthews? Stuart Minkus gets nothing but As. If there was a letter before 'A,' he would get that."

"I guess that's why he gets away with so much."

"And just what does he get away with?"

Well, how come when I make paper airplanes I get detention, and he doesn't?" Cory asked, picking up his paper airplane.

I clear my throat. "Cory." 

He look to me and I motion to Minkus who was working on a more advanced advanced airplane. "I Withdraw the question," Cory told our teacher.

***

Later, I went to art class with Shawn. Our assignment was to paint a door you see lead to your future.

I painted mine with a lot of detail to what I saw in my future.

Mrs. Engles looked over my shoulder. "Wow, Betty. Your artwork is outstanding."

"Thank you," I reply.

"Have you ever considered a career in painting?" I shook my head. "You should absolutely consider it." She went around everyone else's painting before saying she would lave to get more paint cans.

Shawn leaned over in his seat, looking at my painting. "That is a really nice painting, Betty."

"Thanks," I tell him.

"Hey, you got paint of you by the way."

I look away from my work. "What? Where?"

"Right..." he dipped his paintbrush into some blue paint and before I could process what he was doing, he dragged the colored brush along my jaw and chin. "There."