* the names have been changed to protect the innocent, and the guilty….
Mike Smith had laughed out loud at the “Snoopy” noises that Doug Hershel was making. It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown had been on TV last night, and Doug had perfected the Snoopy sighs and laughs. Mike yelled, “Do it again!” Doug happily complied; the kids on that whole side of the classroom burst out laughing.
Mrs. Whitlock, the fifth grade teacher, had witnessed enough. “Mike Smith, that’s it! You will be eating lunch in the Music Room!”
Stunned silence fell over the room. No one wanted to be doomed to lunch in the Music Room.
Noontime soon arrived, and the class was ordered to line up, like the little robots she trained, and march down to the cafeteria.
“Please, may I use the bathroom?” Mike asked.
“No, you may not. You can go later,” Mrs. Whitlock sneered.
The rest of the robots headed watched while Mike was given a tray of lunch, and ordered into the Music Room. The door was locked behind him.
The class proceed to the cafeteria, and choked down lunch, not giving another thought to poor Mike, locked away from the gang.
After lunch, Mrs. Whitlock came back to the cafeteria to collect the class. They were then marched over to the Music Room to collect Mike Smith.
Mike emerged from the room carrying his tray, with a plate that was empty, except for the two little brown turds which stared up at Mrs. Whitlock. The class roared with laughter as her chin dropped, and her eyes bugged out of her head.
That day the teacher learned a lesson: Let the kids use the bathroom!
SueAnn Porter 