I Thought I Was Crazy

      At 9 in the morning, I sat down at my usual seat next to this kid from South Town. The teacher had already started class and was writing some crazy problem on the board. She does this at the beginning of every meeting; We go over problems from the previous night's homework. By the time she was done, it looked like this:

2x - 1 = x + 2 √x +3 + 4

(x-5)² = (2 + 2 √x +3 )²

x² - 10x + 25 = 4 (x +3)

x² - 14x + 13 = 0

(x - 13)(x -1) = 0

x = 13 x = -1

    "Is everything okay with that?" Mrs. Meier asked the class. I nodded, when all of a sudden, this short, cute guy that sits up and to the right stands up.

    "Is this what we're doing?" he asked.

    "Yes, we learned this yesterday," Teach replied in a calm voice.

    "Okay," he said, stood up, and put his backpack around his shoulder. "I'm leaving." And he left. Mrs. M gave us a what-the-eff-was-that look and followed him out. I erupted in laughter. That was the funniest thing I had seen in a while.

    "I wish my brother was here to see that," I wheezed through my laughter. Then, like magic, he walked through the door in a haste.

    "Oh my gatos, Marc, the funniest thing ever just happened!" I told him, with a huge smile on my face. I proceeded to tell him about the freak-out episode, and he laughed with me.

    "He's stoned," the dude that sits next to me muttered.

    "Really?!" I said with my eyebrows scrunched and my lips curved upwards.

    "Oh yeah," he scoffed. My ribs were aching at that point, but I couldn't stop laughing.

    Fifteen minutes later, my teacher came back and continued teaching. About twenty minutes later, the kid's face appears in the small, square window on the door. I busted out laughing some more. What the hell was this kid doing? Mrs. Meier walked over to the door.

    "I want to be here," he announced.

    "You made the decision to not be here," Mrs. M replied, still in a mellow tone.

    "You're so mean to me!" he yelled. "Everyone said that we didn't have class yesterday!"

    "Well we did, so I don't know why they said that." He opened the door, and strode to the middle of the room.

    "You all take me for a fool!" he screamed, scanning the class. We made eye contact, and the laughter returned. He turned around and walked into the hallway again. Mrs. Meier followed him with this guy Riley, who is 6'5'' and built well, to escort him back to his dorm. Mrs. M came back to the class, flustered.

    "I'm sorry, my people," she began. "I don't quite know what that was, but I've made an appropriate call and hopefully Riley is okay."

    "If he's not back in 10 minutes, I'm going to look for him," this blonde girl wailed. I exploded with laughter.

    "We should have sent Brooke with him!" I cried. She's 5'1'' and a pretty girl. She started laughing with me and told me to shut up.

    "Okay, my crew, here we go," she stated, and we used the last 20 minutes of class to learn a lesson. This was the best morning of my life.