Chalkdust In My Hair

My class! My students! They have removed me from my Grade Four class in order that I take over the Grade Nine class. In my new class, nobody will find it funny when I draw midgets on the board or write sentences about babies that bounce. I will find myself walk down the hall, passing by my previous Grade Four class, and notice how the kids are kept silent and serious by the new teacher, the new teacher looking like an evil stepmother as the kids scream, Adam, please safe us from this wretched boredom!

This is unfair. The teacher will be very nice. Most teachers in the school are very nice. Who is to say that a highschooler cannot appreciate the capriciousness of chalk-scratch midgets that solidify and multiply across a dusty chalkboard?