Mutiny

I walked into the class not expecting much for the day. Looking around the room I noticed nothing new. The whiteboard was wiped clean with blue and red markers sitting on the ledge. The projector screen had been pulled down indicating that the overhead would be used this period. I went over to my assigned seat by a wall that was made out of closets. A white paper ball about three and a half inches in diameter zoomed across the room. I inhaled and the scent of old wood and middle school body odor crept its way through my nostrils. I set my notebook on the table and stared at the floor.

As Mrs. Eddy walks into the room the classroom goes from howling with voices to silence with some stifled whispers. She walks to the front of the class and sets a pop quiz on the overhead.

"Class, you have 15 minutes to answer all of the questions?" She said in spanish, her first language, clearly showing she was at a point of no patience with the class full of Introduction to Spanish students.

A student on the opposite side of the classroom from me raised his hand and asked "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Do the quiz!" She snapped back.

We all sat in silence. Looking around occasionally to see if she was looking at us or if we could try and sneak a peak at another paper. Slowly we all started to finish and turn our papers over. Mrs. Eddy stood and said we had five minutes left on the quiz. She then left the room. At 9 o' clock in the morning on a weekday in middle school everyone falls asleep. I laid my head down on the desk and waited for her to tell us to turn in the quiz. I was startled to hear a pounding on the door leading into the classroom. At some point somebody had locked the door while Mrs. Eddy was gone and nobody wanted to let her back in.