Technically we didn't have English class today.

But the teacher gave us a session at the end of school to go over work.

We got to see his other classes with him as well.

Weird things happened as usual.

(People from here were from my class)

Girl 2: Oh dear, my phone's dead.

Girl 3: You want to borrow my charger?

Girl 2: Yeah!

Girl 3: Okay, it's a very.....interesting charger. I stole it from my sister from a while back.

Girl 2: Let's go get it!

(The two walk out)

Boy 1: Did she say she stole her sister's charger?

Me: Yes, she did.

Girl 4: What did she mean by... "interesting"?

Me: I don't know and I don't want to know.

(two girls walk back in and shows this but assembled)

Me: What is that thing?

Girl 3: It's my charger. I told you it would be interesting.

Teacher: Okay Boy 3, so about your assi---WHAT IS THAT THING?

Girl 2: Oh, it's Girl 3's charger. My phone died so....

Teacher: Oh, so that was a charger. I thought it was those things that people would stick into the backs of their heads.

Me: Do those things exist?

Teacher: Yes. Anything can exist.

Girl 2: Um...... well Girl 3 here stole it from her sister.

Teacher: What? Girl 3, what has your sister been plotting?

Girl 3: What?

Me: Um sir? It's been awhile and....

Teacher: Okay sorry. Let's get back to work.

We worked for awhile until a kid from his other class walked in. He was walking against the walls and a bottom portion of the teacher's poster frames fell out and the poster began to slide out.

(The guy here was from the other class.)

Teacher: Oh Boy 1, why must you hug the wall?! You're going to ruin it!

Boy 1: I can fix it!

Teacher: Get away from it! If I know anything about you, you destroy everything you touch!

Me: I agree. You've "accidently" opened the school garage several times.

Boy 1: Don't worry. I got it. See? *Lets go*

(Entire frame falls down.)

Teacher: See what you did?! Get away from there!

Class: (laughing our asses off)

Boy 1: No! I can fix it! (tries to hook frame back on)

Teacher: ....What am I going to do with you....

Boy 1: There. FIXED!

Teacher: Okay now, GET OUT OF THERE!

Boy 1: Yes sir. (walks over to chair.)

Sophomores are a very special group of people aren't they?

Bye.