Zach slunk into the teacher’s lounge, poured himself a coffee, and sunk into the sofa, sighing.
“Wow,” Julia said, “what’s up with you this morning?”
Howard laughed. “I think I know.”
“Don’t,” Zach said, shaking his head. “Just don’t.”
Howard leaned on the back of the sofa. “It’s—”
“I’m warning you!”
Julia looked between the two friends confused. The warning bell for first period broke up their fun as the three headed to their classrooms. Zach’s room was in the basement of Adams High School away from anything really important. He was moved down here five years ago after what has become known as the great slime catastrophe of 2010.
“Alright,” he said walking into the classroom, “settle down. I want everyone to pair off and –”
“Mr. Z, Can –”
“Yes, Kayla, you may work alone.”
“Hey, Mr. –”
“Yes, Brian, you can work with Jay and Michael.”
Five minutes later the class was finally paired off. Well, three solos, three trios, and six pairs, but who cares whether people learn to follow instructions, work with people they don’t like, be forced to work with people of different interests, yeah, none of that will ever come up in real life. At least that’s what Zach has convinced himself of over the years.
“Pick one person in your group to go collect a microscope—”
“Yeah!” the class shouted.
“Now Chris will finally be able to see his dick,” Cindy said, sending the class into a fit of laughter and continued razzing.
Zach shook his head. “Go collect a microscope, while I hand out the assignment.”
Chris shoved Cindy on his way to the microscopes which instantly resulted in a scream of rage followed by “Don’t you know how to treat a lady?”
“Show me a lady and I’ll say hello.”
“Break it up you two,” Zach shouted above his students.
After ten minutes everyone was finally back in their groups as he read off the instructions. “I want you to look at the slides I gave you –”
“You didn’t give me one, Mr. Z.”
“Your partner has it Emily. Now I –”
“But you didn’t give me one. Why does he get one when I don’t? Is that because I’m female? Is that it? You don’t think girls should –”
“Take this one, Emily.”
“How rude. Just wait till –”
“Yes, Emily, I’m sure you will fill all your followers and subscribers in on how sexist your science teacher is.”
The class started laughing.
“Shh. I want to you draw what you see in the microscope and label the cell wall or membrane, nucleus, and –”
“Mr. Z, my microscope’s broken. I can’t see anything in it.”
“Turn the light on. And any other –”
“Mr. Z, Eric won’t let me look in the microscope!”
“Eric, let your partner look. Objects you see on –”
“Mr. Z, will Chris be able to find his—”
“Zip it, Cindy. The slide.”
“Mr. Z, can –”
“Oh, forget it, everyone pull out your phones if you aren’t already on there and find a youtube video on the parts of the cell.”
This was inspired by FOWC with Fandango — nucleus