Small things does amuse small minds. Note my contradiction. She simply runs to the wooden door, to the east of the frozen cold classroom. The sudden panic of the headmistress knocking on her so called “entrance to learning”, sends her to a hysteric almost alarmed sprint towards the door. The pressure to open the door in time for one of the most important people in the Catholic Partnership Schools, shuts off her ability to think sensibly and calmly head towards her older boss. Instead of gracefully gliding, out of confusion and the startling pounding, she races through the laminated flooring, almost skittles, dragging her weighty body across the room and bursts into steps that interprets to hops with a mixture of careless skipping, knocking over a pile of papers along the way. Her short hair waves in the drafty air and flakes of winter dandruff rattles from her dry scalp. Her builder arms, swinging back and forth; her claw-like nails accompanies the sway of her dainty fingers used to point at insensitive students.
At around 3:15, in a sunny Friday afternoon, thirty 15 year old girls in a religion lesson couldn’t help themselves but erupt into hysteric fits of giggles. Starting from the far corner of the room, the laughter out of seeing Ms. Wood run to the door, immediately spread like an airborne rash. Everyone suddenly darts to the same direction and like an instructed orchestra, sings the ultimate hymn of praise that will get any 40yr old blush like a beetroot. She simply could not combat the intensity of silliness her students were displaying and just when she got to the door, a chemical signal that resulted to full on flushed cheeks, delivers the message that she definitely has realized the spazzy manner in which she was running in. The immaturity continues and what must have felt like a million pairs of eyes bearing down her back, she finally unlocks the gateway out of her embarrassment and greets the headmistress with a sudden apology for the delay.
The headmistress senses her humiliation accompanied by teenage merriment, comes into the disintegrating classroom and released a phrase that placed everyone back into their mindsets and settled the minor frenzy.
Yea, so basically, we laughed at my R.E teacher cozz she looked like complete spazz running to the door, then she blushed, which made her look even more of a spazz and we got told off by Ms. Whelan and she went, “What’s so funny?! Get on with your work!” MUAHA. It was funny though. You should have been there. Katie snorted like a pig and Ms. Wood just kills it every time. She’s propa legend she is.