I think that English lessons are what keep me together. I’m serious.
This blog has taken a very depressing turn recently, and I’m sorry for that. But as I promised in my last post, this one will be relatively happy. YAAAAY!
My English teacher is fab. Literally, he is the best thing ever. He read An Inspector Calls – the play – today, with such expression and hilarious commentary throughout that I cried with laughter.
One of the highlights of the lesson was a boy in our class, who had the part of Mr. Birling when we were all reading. Mr. Birling is often depicted as having a Northern accent. This boy was Scottish.
And his Northern accent was so shit and so funny that I was sobbing by the end of it, and the majority of the class couldn’t function because we were all in hysterics.
But I think the best part of that GLORIOUS lesson was, when, well…
The door was open. Sir was in the middle of reading some lines from the play when, from down the corridor, we heard clapping coming from one of the classrooms.
And because our class is amazing, we joined in. You could just hear it echoing off the walls, and the funny thing was – Sir didn’t even protest. He found it funny.
A few minutes later, we heard the clapping again. And AGAIN, we joined in.
“Shall we cheer?” asked Sir. Like the enthusiastic specimens we are, we started whooping and yelling. We paused.
A few seconds later, we heard identical cheering coming from down the corridor. The whole class was laughing so much that we barely got any work done.
As soon as we got out of the classroom, Fern came up to Wren and I. “Was that you clapping?” she asked.
“Oh, we were too!”
“That was you?”
Pine came up. “Did you hear the clapping?”
“Yeah – that was us!”
“Oh my gosh! We were clapping too!”
Turns out at LEAST three classes were involved.
It was the best. Feeling. Ever. Honestly, I felt so, so happy afterwards.
It was like when we’d all joined in on clapping in the playground. I had the same feeling of community as I had then.