Based on a True Dream I Had

The test came on two sheets. One sheet had the questions followed by a blank to fill in the answer. The other contained the multiple choices for each question.

Josh tried laying each sheet side-by-side, but the miniscule desk proved it impossible. Instead he was forced to flip back-and-forth between sheets.

Several minutes passed before Professor Samura jumped up from his desk, "Sorry everyone. I seem to have given you the wrong answer sheet." He passed out the correct sheet.

Everyone groaned.

Fifteen minutes later Professor Samura jumped up again. "I seem to have also given you the incorrect question sheet."

Childhood Memories

"Do you remember when we were kids walking down these school halls?" she asked.

"I remember because I attended here," he said, "You never did."

She continued her thought nonetheless, "Do you remember how the polished linoleum reflected the incandescent lights making the hallway look like a painted roadway? Or do you remember longing for the recess bell to ring giving you those glorious few moments of play away from study?"

"Yes, but, you weren't there."

"I can see your memories reflected in your eyes. The way you're looking at everything, it's like you're back there again, and I'm with you."

High School Harassment

"What is this? What are you nerds doing over here? Playing Magic the Pokémon Cards? Ridiculous!" The daily lunchtime harassment had begun.

"Look at this one here," said Joey poking at Francis's coat, "He thinks he's Admiral Picard on the Platinum Falcon!"

"It's Captain Picard and the Millennium Falcon, but you're confusing Star Trek with Star Wars," Percy blurted out.

"What's this?" Adam the football captain said. "He's talking to us like we care." All the football players laughed.

"You make fun of us, but you're no different," Francis could contain himself no longer. "You're just sports-nerds!"

The cafeteria went silent.

Factor in Some Fun

Mr. Lambert's class was always a chore to sit through. It wasn't just because it was a math class. That was bad enough. But Mr. Lambert's way of trying to spice math up for us youngsters only made it worse.

"Come on, guys," Mr. Lambert said one day, "Math isn't supposed to be boring! It's supposed to be fun-ducational!"

The entire class groaned.

"Turn those frowns upside down," Mr. Lambert's smile never diminished, though it was obvious he was straining to keep it that way, "it's like the reciprocal of a fraction but for your face! It's math-tastic!"

Again, more groaning.