Now, our class isn’t the well-behaved and calm class. While we are studying, we aren’t reading the books, nor listening to the teacher. When we are outside the class, we aren’t always sitting on the benches or standing on the hallway while talking with our friends about something we like. I believe that our class isn’t too nice to everyone outside the school either… now, to get on to the story…

Do you want to know how much I hate loud classes?

A lot and I mean a lot. I have very sensitive ears, and sitting in the front , while the whole big, annoying and loud class rambles, speaks, yells and giggles with their annoying voices… well, to say it straight, it’s a miracle that I haven’t lost my hearing yet. My ears were ringing eight hours after that torturing math class.

Our lovely math teacher was explaining the Pythagoras theorem to me, and I happily listened at him. I had been in a rare vacation.

“And this is… hey!” the teacher tries to quiet the class. It works… for a second. My friend, let’s just call her Mary, who sits next to me, just glances at the teacher, thinking that there would be something new waiting for her at the blackboard, just for someone to copy it. After noticing nothing new, she turned her back to the teacher and continued talking with the class swot.

“I have to return my shrift-dress” Mary chirped, happily like always. “It’s too big, so now I can buy something better” then her voice turns sad. “It has to be cheaper than my first dress, though. Dad’s orders”

“Hey can I see the one you are returning?” the swot, Ariel for now, questioned.

“Okay, after class then. Do you…”

Mary and Ariel continue with their talking and I tuned them off, and then continued fully listening to the teacher. The class raises its voice, like purposely trying to annoy me. I try to listen what the teacher says, but quickly notice that it is impossible. I just nod as the teacher continues explaining the theorem.

I thank the teacher quietly (for nothing) and he moves to help someone else. I copy the things the teacher has written to the blackboard and open the theory book, trying to learn the Pythagoras theorem from it. At the same time, I curse the whole class, and the thing that felt impossible happens; the speaking turns into yelling as few of the boys start an eraser fight. The eraser pieces fly everywhere, hitting anything but the teacher. I sit counting at some math question as a big piece hits me and I turn to glare, and hear a shout; “Sorry, it was meant to Peter!” I get the piece out of my hair and throw it away to the direction it came from. I don’t really care about this. It’s normal for my class.

It feels like my eardrums are close to exploding. They keep doing this”bum, bum, bum” noise, and it feels like something is hitting me inside of my ear. It hurt’s a little, but not much. I shut my ears with my hands and close my eyes, but the class’s yells get trough my hands. Next to me, Mary’s still talking to Ariel, and few girls in the back giggle loudly. The boys continue their eraser fight, and start running around the classroom. Teacher does nothing; he has probably given up on us.

I open my eyes, but keep my hands on my ears. I look around. Few of the pupils are watching as the teacher as he writes something to the blackboard. One of the boys is listening to music and talks with his friend, thought they talk more quietly than the other boys. I start humming a song and start singing in my head. It’s not like someone’s going to hear me. A song I’ve listened the whole yesterday.

Drift out into the darkness
Lost out on horizon
it’s alright
it’s alright

Such a calming tune… I feel someone tapping my head with a ruler. I open my eyes and see my math teacher looking at me.

“Don’t sleep” he tries to sound condemning, but fails. I just nod and smile my “sympathetic smile”.

“Teacher, can you help me?” someone in the back asks and the teacher turns away from me and walks away. I remove my hands off of my ears and grab my pencil next to me, starting scribble stars and butterflies on the back of my notebook. My head rests on my free hand so that it’s trying to protect my ear.

“Food!” one of the boys yells and I glare at the blackboard. It’s past lunchtime. This it the last class, you fucking idiot. I won’t say it out loud. It would ruin my image. I’m the quiet girl, I can’t say something like that. One of the girls says it for me, thought.

“It’s past lunchtime” she says just as I had thought. “This is the last class” you don’t curse when teachers are around you, says an unwritten rule of the schoolyard, but curse as much as you can when they aren’t there.

It takes a while until the school bell rings to us. Teacher gives the homework, but almost no-one writes it down. The class is emptied in less than a half minutes. I’m one of the last ones who leave the classroom.

“Thanks for the lesson” I say quietly before I get out of the classroom.

I should ask the principal if I can change the class…

I can’t say that I’m the best sample of a good student. I hardly do my homework, if at all and I don’t listen the teacher, unless the topic is very interesting to me. I just scribble to my notebook and wait to the lesson to end. These are most of the things that happen in our class separately, but this time that all happened in one hour. The teacher isn’t strict enough to teach us. I just have to try shutting the noise coming from the classroom and try to do my studies… like that would work.

Originally written for my English teacher, so I could get my number up.

The song is by Aqualungs Pressure Suit.