Ding! Ding! It’s cold chicken wings o’ clock!! Time for some savory, delectable and perfectly cold chicken wings!! I buy them from the store every night snd then refrigerate them overnight and eat for breakfast. Their so YUMMY!!! i’m a teacher. I teach 3 classes of seventh grade English. Unfortunately my job is not to eat cold chicken wings all day:( I know you are probably thinking why does she eat food when she should be preparing or helping her students?!?! The chicken wings are TOO GOOD! Don’t worry im still a good teacher. Don’t believe me? Well, first off, i was the teacher of the year 3 times in a row! Second of all, a student I had last year made me 40 homemade cupcakes on the last day of school. Frosted too!!! So stop over exaggerating people and LET ME EAT MY WINGS!!!! This lovely morning, I had only 15 minutes of “planning and helping” time because of a meeting. I was on my last bite when Mrs. Anne (my teacher friend) arrives to walk me to the meeting. When she arrives I scramble to hide my wings, so I don’t get fired. Then we walk out together discussing English. The meeting ends quickly , and class starts immediately after. However, there is a delay in our lesson because of the morning announcements being super long due to announcements about the winners from last night’s competitions. The winner for the cooking competition is Maya Anderson, a student in the class at the moment, so the whole class cheered. In the middle of my lesson I realized I forgot where I left my chicken wings. NOO!!! If I don’t find them, I’m over! “Students, due to circumstances, we have to cut our lesson short today. You may either continue working on your grammar sheets or choose a book from our class library and silently read.” Some of them are shocked because I never before cut a lesson short since my wings are in the refrigerator right next door to my class. All the morning meetings have been optional, so I have always chosen not to go except for today mandatory one. As the students are proceeding with their books and worksheets, I scrummage the books in the class library trying to find the wings. Behind me, two girls start to chatter behind me. It’s Maya and Arabella. “ Maya congratulations on your win!! You deserved it since your food is so amazing!” “It warms my heart that you think that! I should bring one of my vanilla cakes to share with the class and Mrs. Jenna too!” VANILLA CAKE?!? That is the one cake I FEAR. That is the one cake, I hid under my bed from when my mom bought it for my birthday. That is the one cake that I start frantically running around and panicking when it is near me. I ADORE every single other cake though. Vanilla cake is a MONSTER!! It is quite troubling that Maya is talking about bringing a MONSTER into my class! After hearing that, I jump up, run to the water fountain and drink gulps. “Mrs. Jenna are you ok?” A student calls out, but I ignore him. Instead of answering, I run to the main lobby panting. I continue to run in circles until someone in the main office concernedly calls me in. “Is everything ok Mrs. Jenna what happened?” god I’m in need of an excuse “One of my students…wants to bring drugs to class!!” I scream The office gasps and demands for a name. “…Maya Anderson” I reply. The office calls Maya down to the dean immediately. Maya walks in with a confused look on her face. “Sit down!” Surprised by the harshness, she obeys. “Are you on drugs?” Mayas mouth falls open when she hears this. “…No sir!” she replies “well then why does your teacher here say you wanted to bring drugs to the class?” Maya turns to me with a confused and shocked look. “Oh wait” she says “I think I meant that I wanted to bring vanilla cake to share with the class not drugs” “Sorry if you misunderstood Mrs. Jenna. I promise you… ” I stopped listening to the rest of the statement because she mentioned vanilla cake again which causes me to get up and run out. “Mrs.Jenna aren’t you going to listen to your student talk? Where on earth are you going?!” The dean asked. In response I scream VANILLA CAKE VANILLA CAKE!!!!!! and run to the library. Without realizing, I knock all of the picture books off the shelves and interrupt the library lesson going on. I run out pound on the school exit doors. Before I know it the deans after me. I run into the art room, break a honor roll painting and jump on the tables. The dean is coming closer with a shocked and angry face, but I don’t care. I need the mention of vanilla cake OUT. As I run out of the art room. I bump into another teacher causing her to fall. I run , not apologizing. Soon, the police is after me in addition to the dean. I don’t care, I just need to get out of this vanilla cake place. I run past the teachers lounge and guess what I see? My lost cold chicken wings!!! Mrs. Anne is holding them, so I stop running. That causes the police to catch me when I am fighting Mrs. Anne for the bag. I’m in jail now for 5 years, and I love it. Why? Because they torture you by serving cold chicken wings for every meal. My kids hate me now and have a “better” teacher now, but I don’t care. My job of eating cold chicken wings is 1000 times better than teaching:). 🧡

Prompt ?:

Went to public school?: Who is the craziest teacher you’ve ever had and why?

Didn’t?: Tell us one of your craziest life stories!