The sound of an explosion was faintly heard outside of Ms. Jones’s room, and promptly several students screamed.

“NO ONE PANIC.” Ms. Jones ordered, while everyone began to panic. Mrs. Forbes frowned slightly and took a couple steps closer to the ominously closed door, listening in on the drama.

Of course it was the new teacher. Mrs. Forbes had been at this school for many years, and every time a new teacher was hired it took them a couple years to figure out how to run a classroom without blowing anything up or losing a student.

Mrs. Forbes hesitantly knocked on the door, dreading what would await her on the inside. When she got no answer except for the continuing noises of panic, she opened the door forcefully.

Everyone seemed to freeze the second the door opened with a soft thud. “H-Hello, Mrs. Forbes!” a nervous Ms. Jones stammered from the center of the room. The students, the desks, the teacher, the walls, and miraculously the ceiling were completely covered in some sort of goo. A cloud of smoke surrounded the desk, framing the centerpiece of this whole dumpster fire perfectly: a simple test tube sitting placidly half-full of a pale green mixture.

Mrs. Forbes let out a long, weary sigh. “The cleaning supplies are in the janitor’s closet.”

Ms. Jones smiled thankfully as she and her goo-covered students began a trip to the janitor’s closet. “And no more playing with chemistry! You teach English!” Mrs. Forbes yelled after her.