Miss+Mata's+Example

Once upon a time there was a young boy in charge of watching a classroom of his rowdy peers. He was given this distinguished honor because his teacher trusted his judgment and believed he had the respect of his classmates. This boy, named Murph if you really need to know, loved being in charge of the classroom when the teacher was out. On this particular day, the students were working in groups attempting to write a fractured fairy tale for communication arts class. The students, being sixth graders and all, began to get a bit rowdy in the absence of the teacher. For whatever reason, he still cannot explain it no matter how hard he tries; he became extremely bored with this job. He decided it would be hysterical to trick his rambunctious classmates into believing the teacher was coming back. Murph peeked out the classroom door and then darted back in, “Teacher, teacher!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. All the boys and girls in the classroom scattered back to their seats like mice. “Syke! I got you guys,” chuckled Murph as he returned to his station at the back of the room. His classmates chuckled despite their slight annoyance with him. The class continued their fractured fairy tales and again began to get a bit out of control. Jeffrey was jumping over desks, Adam was singing the latest number one song, Mckye had Brady in a headlock, and you don’t want to know what the rest of them were doing! Again, Murph saw these disturbing things, and being the prankster that he is, thought it would be funny to repeat the shenanigan again. He peered out the door, ran back in and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Teacher, teacher!” “Let go of my head!” hollered Brady as Mckye agreed and ran back to his seat. “Stop singing that awful song!” sneered Eric as he scattered back to his own seat. The boys and girls were all quiet when Murph slapped his leg and laughed, “You guys are so gullible; you’ll fall for anything! I’m just playin’ with ya!” “Whatever Murph,” complained Branson in a clearly agitated voice. “Yea Murph, what’s up with that? Why do you have to ruin our fun?” questioned Dalton. “Okay,” Murph replied, “I won’t do it again.” The class went back to working on their tales, quietly at first, but then as loud and noisy as they were previously. Jordyn took over the singing, Taylor began to dance, and Raine was showing off her latest perfected cartwheel. When suddenly, amidst all of the confusion, Murph heard the sound of heels coming down the hallway. He peeked out the door and saw his teacher, Miss Matta, coming down the hallway. He ran back into the room and screamed as loudly as he possibly could, “Teacher, teacher!” The boys and girls ignored him because they had learned his tricks the previous two times. “Teacher, teacher!” he yelled a second time. They continued their inappropriate behaviors and acted as if Murph had never spoken a word. Suddenly, the lights went off (something Murph had never done) and a somewhat familiar female voice (something Murph didn’t have) was heard. The students looked up simultaneously to see Miss Matta standing at the back of the room with her hands on her hips. “What in the world is going on in here?” she asked in a loud, booming voice. “Where is Murph?” “Ummm, I’m right here Miss Matta,” Murph acknowledged. “I tried to get their attention, but they wouldn’t listen to me.” All the students began blaming Murph for the trouble he caused. They said it was his fault that Miss Matta had punished them all. Murph was feeling a little bad that he had tricked them and ultimately caused the class to get in trouble. He began to saunter back to his desk when he heard Justine’s voice, “Next time Murph, don’t call TEACHER unless you mean it…that’s all!” Murph felt a little better after hearing Justine’s words of wisdom. He was never chosen by Miss Matta again to monitor the class, but at least his classmates are speaking to him again.
 * The Boy Who Cried Teacher **