For students no matter what they study or which grade they are, a teacher leaving earlier than planned or an absent teacher is always good news.
The noisy chatter was however entered when a staff mber entered and instructed everyone to gather at the training ground.
Students were full of anticipation of how their next teacher will be, as the previous teachers had very unique personalities.
What they weren’t prepared for however, was that the teacher was a familiar face.
Standing in the middle of the field was the sa man, the sa maniacal man , who was beating children with a plastic baton and a grin on his face.
While the students were reconciling with that fact. He started.
"welco, to the physical class"
He corrected himself, "well, I call it the physical, I forgot what’s it officially called to be honest"
He wiggled his finger in air, silence few students who were about to inform hin
"Don’t remind , I will forget about it anyway"
"NOW. How many do we have here? Hmm"
He started counting.
"10... 20 ... 80, all present huh, lets hope thats the case till the end"
This was a joint class taken by the A graders.
"Now let’s start, I guess the introductions are the first"
He raised his index finger.
"Shut it, I don’t care who you are. And the only way you can change that is through your efforts."
"How much effort you put into this, will define, whether you are the protagonist, a supporting character, an extra or a f*cking background character"
"I will at most bother to rember like 5 people here, And don’t dare showing the ’I don’t care’ attitude."
He made exaggerated motions, making a haughty face, as he said the last part.
"I have to teach, it’s my job. But whether I teach you as if you are a protagonist or a re extra will depend on your efforts"
"I will teach you everything about using your body, from guns to swords."
"Now on that topic"
He looked at his watch.
"We have 40 minutes left, great, now run.
As fast as you can,until your legs give out, no slacking."
Students were contemplating. Then one started running, that made others start running too, to keep up
"The first ten people to stop running, will run 10 extra laps next week."
Next week?, that confused many students again. But thinking while running was inefficient so they just left the matter as is.
40 minutes later.
All students were on the ground, taking heavy breaths in and out. So collapsed on the floor, so sitting. None having the energy to move an inch from their place
"Well that was productive, wasn’t it?", the man who made them run while he sat on a chair, legs on a stool, drinking juice. Comnted
He earned many resentful gazes, and shrugged them off like they didn’t matter in the first place.
"Na’s frank by the way, also from next week, my class will be on last period ", he said as he walked off
Many students were relieved at first, then a thought unwillingly entered their mind
’He surely won’t make us run even after the period ends right?.’
They weren’t sure but sothing told them to expect worse.
Approximately two minutes later, another staff mber ca to guide them to the next class.
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