The Funny Story

When she entered room 212, the class was literally a mess. The kids were yelling and running, hopping and rolling. She violently slammed the door shut to catch everyone’s attention. She was not by any means big in stature. The middle aged woman standing before them was rather fragile so she had to compensate this weakness with a roaring attitude and voice.
“You brainless monkeys!" More

"The Funny Story" is a yearlong experience with class 212, Mrs. Picklebee, the fearsome new teacher in town and Mr. Ferguson, a peculiar old man who loves entertaining kids with wacky stories.
Will the protagonists (Rich, Charlie, Andrew and Martin) defeat the class bully, Alex Gardener, or will he get away with it as always?
And what do you get when a teacher grows up reading Miss Trunchbull's guide on discipline?
What exactly is "the Source" Mr. Ferguson mentions every once in a while?
Find out!

When she entered room 212, the class was literally a mess. The kids were yelling and running, hopping and rolling. She violently slammed the door shut to catch everyone’s attention. She was not by any means big in stature. The middle aged woman standing before them was rather fragile so she had to compensate this weakness with a roaring attitude and voice in order to be listened to.
“You brainless monkeys!” the teacher yelled.
Her first performance with the pupils was dramatically beautiful. A tall, mean looking lady with a bad personality and a sour expression. Not to mention the voice; her voice yelped, scraped and scratched at the same time.
Everyone was now staring at the weird lady dressed in blue, mesmerized by the sudden outburst from such a skinny woman.
“This is not a zoo! This is a school!" her index finger pointing at the floor.
"S-C-H-O-O-L!” she spelled, “Do you little brutes know the difference?”
She paused and continued with a softer voice: “I suppose your mothers and fathers encourage all of you to stand on the tables at home. I suppose they teach you the good manner of screaming like apes. I presume they tell you to throw things around like they do at the Carnival of Rio,” she took a deep breath, choking on her own saliva, causing a spontaneous rumble of laughter throughout the class.