The Hectic day-2

With the same pace I climbed some two flights of stairs and reached the class on the second floor, panting. The previous period teacher hadn't left the classroom as she was busy endorsing some tasks to the students. When the first bench boy notified my arrival, she peeped out with a formal smile on her face, gesturing two minutes for which I responded readily with my thumbs up. 

Time is so weird — it stretches and shrinks as it wishes. When I was in staffroom, sitting leisurely in my chair it flew away like anything but those two minutes seemed like an eternity.

I kept my book and chalk on the ledge and stood there straight to the window so as to observe the students' hight of naughtiness perhaps. That was a blunder I committed. 

The last two rows were visible through the window. They seemed unbearably impish with bubbling energy. From the very moment they noticed my presence outside, they couldn't go on with their works. 

One of the boys from the penultimate bench smiled widely at me as if I were his friend. There was a strange kinship in that smile that I could not help replicating on my face. "They seem to be gentil; it won't be that hard to tackle", my judgemental mind persuaded me. Not even a second passed, there was another boy who waved his hands at me from inside the classroom. It was totally bizarre. I gestured him to listen to the teacher (with the air of a strict disciplinarian) which seemed to hurt him a lot that he pursed his lips and ducked back into his bench, disappointed. For a minute my heart sank. To worsen it, the two more boys who were sitting next to him laughed at him mockingly that he was totally embarrassed. It occurred to me that the mere two minutes wait outside the classroom was just a sample and there were many more to come.

But no time for any second thought. The teacher came out smiling and I entered the class with a forced smile having nothing in my mind.

(To be continued...)