Class in session

Right, settle down everyone. 

No, Travis, for the umpteenth time, you can't go to the toilet again.

Molly, now is not the time to check your mascara. Put the mirror away, thank you.

So today we're going to learn about--

Put your hand down, Michael, there's nothing to ask a question about yet. 

Yes, Alex, today is Monday. Yes, Alex, we all wish it was Friday. Especially me.

So, as I said, today we're going to learn about--

Rachael, you've just had your break. Why do you feel now is the time to eat your crisps? I'm trying to teach here. Negative points for eating in class.

No, Alfie, eating in class is not a suspension.

That wasn't permission to get your KitKat out, Alfie.

Alfie.

Alfie?

Alfie! 

Repeated eating in class may cause a suspension. Three lots of negative points for you. What do you mean why? I've asked several times for you to stop. Yes, I'm aware I never said stop. I also never said, please eat.

Well done, Sharon, nice to see somebody with their book open and ready to learn.

Pens out and ready because today we're going to--

Tino, how have you gone three periods without a pen? Here, take this one.

DeShawn, give Tino the pen back, thank you.

Jacob, sit on that chair properly else you're destined for a trip to A&E.

No, Maria, that wasn't a threat to Jacob's life I merely--

Billy! Get out! This isn't even your class. Close the door behind you, thank you.

Jacob, I'm not going to say it again, stop rocking on that chair. 

Let's try again shall--

Right, enough! Who threw that paper ball at me? One chance to own up and one chance only.

Not very smart is it, Will, to use your own timetable to throw at me? Detention after school.

Well if Amina did steal it last lesson, I'm sure Ms. Rogers will be able to help me get to the bottom of it. Detention for the two of you.

Are you actually going to allow me to do what I'm paid to do now? 

Alfie! Twix! Out of your mouth now! Final warning.

So, one more try, today we're going to be learning ab--

You know what, there's only half an hour left. Seeing as nobody seems to be in the mood for learning today, we're just going to put this on instead.

Class meet... Class.




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