LOUISVILLE, CO. JUNE 18: What appeared on Monday to be a harmless case of self centeredness in sixteen year old girl has now escalated to a red-alert instance of widespread annoyance and rage among her peers at B.V.S.D.’s summer school.
It wasn’t so bad at first. On the first day of class, Mr. Grace warned his algebra class that he usually tries to get to know his students on a personal level. “If I ask you guys too many questions, tell me to just shut up, ok?”, Grace said on Monday. The students nodded groggily- likely a result of it being 7:30 on a summer morning- and none objected to his rather impersonal questionings of where they each attended school, or what grade they would be entering in the fall.
One student, Jessica Iflirtwithmymathteacher, definitely wasn’t opposed Grace’s harmless questions. Rather, she seemed to enjoy them. On Monday, she began responding first with polite questions of her own, and later with fake, high pitched giggling upon hearing his responses. On Tuesday, she began pretending that she didn’t understand the material, which inevitably wound up with her sitting next to Mr. Grace at his desk, chewing on the end of her pencil in mock concentration. On Wednesday, Iflirtwithmymathteacher had succeeded in recounting her entire life story to Grace over the course of the five hour class period, at a volume which her peers found objectionable.
Glancing around the room, I noticed two thing happening. First, about half of the glass was glaring at the direction of Mr. Grace’s desk, in an apparent attempt to “telekinetically duct tape her [Jessica’s] mouth shut”. The other half of the class was rolling their eyes around in their heads. The second thing I noticed was that approximately every thirty seconds, two short band geeks sitting in the second row would turn to each other and either sigh or groan theatrically. All of this went completely unnoticed by both Grace and Iflirtwithmymathteacher.
-- grand drum major of the universe