10E
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What you are about to read is a matter of fact (the names have not been changed to protect anybody) in its rawest form. You will read about something which is completely beyond the understanding of Mankind. You will read about that superior class of brilliant intellectuals - renowned the world over for their utterly alien thinking - the class of 10E.
Every morning of the school week, one by one, the master-minds arrive and prepare themselves for the day's work. Firstly, each gentleman carefully removes his Homburg and tosses it into his locker. It is soon followed by his heavy black overcoat, his silk scarf, his white gloves, his cane, his holster, his cartridges, and his hypodermic. Each lady delicately removes her expensive mink stole, her ornate hat, and her many diamond rings and stickpins. They then slither into the room and take their places.
Each intellect carelessly sips at his morning glass of joy juice while the announcements spill out of that mysterious little box placed high on the wall - out of range of empty bottles. With the 9:05 bell the monotonous day starts.
The silent group of intellects slowly make a mad dash toward the door, trampling their dear home room teacher almost fatally on their way. In a dignified manner they proceed down the hall, going slowly so as not to knock over any innocent bystanders. By 9:15 they enter their first class and attempt a wild attack on the teacher. But he sees them coming and, with a bull whip, brings them under control. They back away and take their places.
Now he begins his lecture on the day's lesson. As he speaks he notices Geoffrey Green cracking a joke to Don Golden. "Geoffrey," he screams in a frenzied tone.
"Yessir," Geoffrey replies in his usual manner.
"Come up to the front of the room and sit!"
With a crash of falling chairs, Geoffrey tumbles up to the front of the room. Meanwhile, Con is screaming with laughter, but is quickly silenced by a speeding piece of chalk.
"Who threw that?" questions the teacher.
Under the threat of torture, Gerald hastily surrenders himself and dives out the doorway. While all this is going on, Andi, Jill and Deanna are noisily chomping away on pieces of gum. The teacher quickly breaks up a dice game between Richard, Ron, and Ed, then retrieves his sanity and continues the lesson.
"Ho, ho, ho," laughs George Welch into Dave Trotter's ear. As the teacher eyes George with contempt, poor Dave hurriedly plugs his ears with sound-proofing materials. Ron Thompson casually glances at his text, while Haddy is busily trying to unload some tickets for a trip to the Moon.
"Where is your book?" inquires the teacher of George Eley. "It's in my locker, Sir," replies George in a lazy tone.
"Hm-m," replies the teacher as he places George's name on the desk pad. During this escapade, a small war has broken out among the classmates, and several students have been wounded, Bud, Malcolm, and Him in particular, by chalk-tipped paper darts. "Okay, whoever threw those darts can get down to the office ," exclaims the teacher - but since three darts just miss him, he retreats behind his desk and resumes the lesson.
Terry leans his chair back against the wall, and is immediately threatened with a week's detention.
The next few seconds seem quieter than the preceding ones but it is the calm before the storm. As Gloria fumbles her answer to a question, the boys in the back row notice Gerald peering at them through the doorway, and a rush of cat-calls and shouts break out. Fay and Judy, who have been talking away to each other all period, suddenly notice the time and brace themselves. Soon the beloved bell rings and the mad rush begins once more. Sharon and Barb jump under their desks to escape major injuries from the crowd: To Pat's amazement, Pearl, Doris and Reta were about the only students left in peace. But they won't stand a chance in the next period!
And, as the group crawls slowly down the hall, their teacher swallows a few bottles of tranquilizing pills, delighted to see the last of 10E for another day.

Ray Hadden