Well, Algebra was interesting (firezombie40)

“Where’s your 6.3 homework?” Mrs. Frenolt asked. I’d been dreading this moment since the day started. I slowly looked up from doodling on a loose leaf piece of paper to look at my stout teacher glaring viciously at me in front of my desk. Mrs. Frenolt was notorious for how much she disliked guys in the school. Most of the guys thought she was ugly also and they weren’t afraid to talk about that within earshot of her. Unsurprisingly this did not help her case with the guys.

“Well, you see Mrs. F-,”

She interrupted, “You shall refer to me by Dr. Frenolt solely. I will not have any disrespect on my name in this class.” I rolled my eyes in her face which spurred her on to go on another rant about me. I really hated teachers that were so focused on the fact that they got a doctorate which means they deserve so much more respect. Especially since MRS. Frenolt got her doctorate in liberal arts. She finished her speech with, “…and finally, where is your homework?”

“I forgot it at home,” I stated dully, “I did do it though. I just forgot to bring it in to school.”

I could see her face scrunch up as if there was a pungent smell in the air and she asked rhetorically, “Then guess who has lunch detention?”

I replied with an annoyed, “me.” She sarcastically started clapping her hands and gave me a bright pink slip that was our “ticket” into lunch detention. Mrs. F continued to go around and collect our papers sending out a couple more lunch detentions those times being solely for wrong answers. They were to a white guy unfortunately named Ricardo and quiet kid named Blake who everybody including Mrs. F was afraid of. She finally got all of the papers and placed them into a homework tray which she probably wouldn’t grade until the day before the test. After that, she finally started her ever so riveting 6.4 lesson.

As she powered up her smartboard, I tried to see whether we had to do 6.5 also. The smartboard of course read “6.4 and 6.5 lessons today” much to my chagrin. As Mrs. F started teaching I brought out my chrome book to start looking for a walkthrough on my new video game. I usually wouldn’t need one but I had to solve a riddle on one of the levels to progress and unfortunately I am not very good with brain teasers. When I next looked up to the smartboard, there were a ton of graphs on them and she was talking about domains and ranges and stuff like that. As my eyes panned town, I noticed an unsightly view. Mrs. Frenolt’s skirt was gone revealing her pasty white legs and a pair of blue panties underneath. I was understandably confused and looked around the room to see if anyone else had noticed. Everybody besides Blake had their eyes fixed onto their paper and he had a little smirk on his face. I signaled to him by waving my hand and he noticed glancing back towards me and shooting me a curious look. He made a shush gesture to me and then mouthed something.

All of a sudden the kids started to look up from their papers. Some kids gasped, some ogled, some took out their phones and tried to take a picture, and some started to laugh. Mrs. F turned around to ask what all the commotion was about before the kids alerted her to her clothing catastrophe. As soon as she noticed, she shrieked and then ran out of the room not noticing that her skirt was sitting on her chair. The class was kind of dumbstruck for a moment before getting out their phones and getting the videos or pictures others took sent to them. I was just confused as I looked back over to Blake; he was just sitting at his desk working on the packet although I did see him shoot a quick thumbs up to me without looking before quickly getting back to work.