Chapter Two
“Watch where you are going, young man,” Principal Deezer huffed, “why don’t you step into my office.”
“Um, okay,” said Ted Zeplinrochts as he followed closely behind the Principal. He pushed open the large opening doors, and revealed the glory of Fungi High. The ceiling was very high, and hallways led in every which way. Many happy, chatting students frolicked about, and passed Ted without a moment’s notice. Principal Deezer turned a sharp right turn, and went through a door that simply said “Deezer’s”.
His office was kind of small, but his teaching awards and trophies covered the wall.
“Take a seat,” he said, as he did the same in a large leather chair behind his desk, “I am no longer mad at you, but I would like to issue you your schedule.”
He handed over an eight period schedule that went like this:
PRD 1 – English with Ms. Sapph (Room 403)
PRD 2 – Science with Mr. Lizard (Room 23)
PRD 3 – PE with Mr. Steve (Gym)
LUNCH with Mr. Fifth (Cafeteria)
PRD 4 – TMK History with Mr. L. Son (Room 201)
PRD 5 – Algebra with Mr. Byte (Room 307)
PRD 6 – Home Ed. With Mr. Chup (Room 101)
PRD 7 – Computer Applications with Mr. Suffix (Room 501)
PRD 8 – Study Hall with Mr. Watoad (Theatre)
“I find you will like many of your teachers,” Principal Deezer said, “a big old motley crew. Now, you better hurry off to your first period,” he added with a wink.
And with that, Ted headed out the door. He was off to the languages wing, and then to room 403. In a matter of minutes, he had stood in front of that same door…sweating. He pushed open the door. There in front of the class was Ms. Sapph, standing in front of a full classroom of kids.
“Excuse me,” she said, “do you have a pass?”
“Um…no,” Ted admitted, “I was in the Principal’s office.”
“Well, I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a tardy.”
“Give him a break, Ms. Sapph,” said a voice from the front row, “he’s new.”
It was Greta Gifted.
“Very well. Take a seat…um…”
“Ted.”
“Oh, yes, that’s right. Now back to attendance. Aaron Eleven?”
“Here.”
“Mark Eyo.”
“Here.”
“Greta Gifted.”
“Here.”
“Kay Hold.”
“Here.”
“Jason Lage.”
“Here, but please, call me Nerd Person!”
“Um…okay…Brent Mage.”
“Here.”
“Vincent Melee.”
“Here.”
“Lou E. G. Simpson.”
“Here.”
“Maxwell Vance.”
“Here.”
“And Ted Zeplinrochts.”
“Here.”
“Okay! Well let’s get started on today’s lesson. It is about the conjugation of the word pwn,” said Ms. Sapph.
She wrote pwn in big letters on the chalkboard.
“Now can anyone tell me what this means?” She asked.
Greta’s hand shot up and Ms. Sapph added, “um…somebody other than Greta here, please.”
Vince Melee half-heartedly raised his hand.
“Yes! Mr. Melee.”
“Um…doesn’t it mean to defeat somebody?” he said.
“Correct!”
The rest of the period was about the same; discussion about the word pwn, and an introduction to other words such as n00b and j00z. Ted almost fell asleep, and finally the bell rang. He rushed off to Mr. Lizard’s class.
