aerasio

Student Storyline

TWO

The boredom was acute, it was sharp and deadly and hurt like the stinging wound made by a scorpion from the Gobi Desert. It pervaded the atmosphere of the dreary classroom we were imprisoned in, flooding the normally noisy space with the vast and all-encompassing void of silence.

The teacher paced the front and gave intense and venomous glares to random people every few seconds. She rattled on about algebraic equations and mathematical formulae, making about as much impact as a flea makes by throwing itself against a granite wall. I looked up from my vandalised and torn math textbook and looked across the class to where Jan sat. His textbook was open and it rested on the edge of his table, tilted at an angle toward him so as to conceal the small novel nestled inside. He read it intently, oblivious to the teacher's ramblings, and also to her sudden attention. Her voice halted suddenly, and she strode right up to Jan's desk, folding her arms across her chest. Jan continued in ignorance, his attention intently focused on the novel in his hands. The teacher waited impatiently and glared at Jan who remained unperturbed, tension built and the rest of the class looked on, eagerly anticipating the carnage. Jan however, continued in blithe indifference to the situation and read his novel as sparks filled the air and the teacher's face changed colour. Finally, the teacher could take it no longer and she raised a large and menacing palm and brought it down forcefully and loudly on Jan's desk, returning him to reality in a thoroughly nasty and forceful manner. He was then treated to a long and highly heated scolding in which his novel was confiscated, his parents were called and several black marks were placed in the class list under his name, indicating his crime. As a coup de grace he was made to stand outside the classroom and recite his wrongdoing to unfortunate passerby's.

Such was merely an everyday occurrence, and the other students payed no notice to the actual punishment, preferring to capitalise on the oppurtunity to chat with their friends and gossip noisily. Afew more rambunctious inidividuals began jumping about and playing wildly, throwing paper aeroplanes, chasing each other around and harrassing their classmates. I sighed and returned my attention to the math textbook in front of me and began reading intently, it was the only way i could actually learn anything in this madhouse they call school.

So said Aerasio at 06:28