The rest of the class sat silently, looking back and
forth between the rogue student and the teacher.
“How
do you know if we can’t do the assignment in two sentences?”
The teacher leaned back against the table at the
front of the class, the podium with the assignment in question on it, stood at
her right. The rest of the class sat at light grey desks grouped together in
quartets around the room. Hands and papers masked their amusement at the
interruption to their usually uneventful day.
“I’m
not saying you can’t do the assignment in two sentences but I am just going to
let you know that you are going to get a bad grade if you only write two
sentences”, the teacher’s flat voice conveyed her exhaustion expertly.
The student
stood among the desks, chest out and shoulders pushed back in a mock sense of
confidence. He fed off of the hidden smiles and quiet snickers. The louder they
became the taller he stood and the more the false sense of confidence moved
towards justified confidence. Seeing this the teacher stood at her full height,
moving towards the student causing the interruption. Speaking in her teacher
voice the teacher announced, “This is not a discussion. The assignment is that
you write a narrative story about a time when you learned a lesson. It has to
be at least two pages in length, double spaced and typed. That’s it.”
“But
why does it--”
“No.
That’s it”, countered the teacher.
Smiles and snickers were immediately stifled by the
tone of the teacher’s new found voice. With the silence the rogue student’s
shoulders sagged, his chest caved, his legs buckled and he sank into the navy
blue chair. The teacher finished passing out the rest of the assignment sheets and
walked the perimeter of the classroom, squashing the lingerings of an uprising
still brewing in the student’s minds. The teacher returned to the front of the
classroom with her shoulders pushed back, her chest pushed triumphantly forward
and her head held high.