I’ve always been the funny one in the class, or so the laughter echoing around my classrooms on an near daily basis would tell me. Even my teacher thinks I’m hilarious, she doesn’t laugh but the look on her face reads “trying not to laugh” every time, and I love it.

I don’t understand why she can’t just give me a little giggle and get over it, it’s no big deal and doesn’t really take up as much class time as she says, but I guess she just wants control. Sometimes she’s even sent me to sit outside the classroom so that I’ll “stop disrupting the class.” Usually when it gets to that point I stop for the rest of the day, and just giggle to myself when I think of something good. Though I can’t help but think about saying something really nasty (and really funny) so she has something meaningful to kick me out for.

Of course I’d never do it, I actually quite like Mrs. Clarice, and I think deep down I’m actually her favourite student.