A Real Incident

Anne: Josh,* you need to sit down now.
Josh: Mrs Mortensen!! I'm cleaning out my folder!!!
A: Stop wadding up papers! Go sit down and write your book report.
J: Look, I can make it from here!!! (tosses a huge wad of papers across the room.)
A: You have 5 seconds to sit down, or I'm sending you to ICS. 5...4...
J: WHY DO YOU HATE ME????
A: 3...2...
J: (makes a mad dash for his desk, sprawling across the floor and touching the seat with one finger)
A: ...?
J: (frantically crawls into his seat)
A: ...??
Class: (stares open-mouthed)
A: (begins to write referral slip)
J: (Passionately and yet completely silently pantomimes being choked by what seems to be an army of monkeys)
Class: (stares open-mouthed)
A: (holding up referral slip) It's all filled out. I'm just waiting for you to say ONE more thing.
J: (implodes into a bony huddle at his desk for 15 minutes, completely crumpled and silent)

Later, after class...

J: Did you really write me a referral slip?
A: (holds up referral slip)
J: You were going to send me to MS. STONE????? TO COPY DICTIONARY PAGES?????
A: (nods)
J: (snatches referral slip, violently wads it up, thrusts it into his mouth, and chews.)



*name has been changed to protect insane student.