A Ticking Time Bomb

Today was a great day. Well, almost every day in my life is a great day, but this day was so great that it's (obviously) worth a blog post.
Perhaps it had something to do with all that caffeine and sugar I had at an insane hour.
So, we're all sitting there in the very bleak classroom. With very bleak attitudes. And, most likely, even more bleak little grey cells. Even the light was bleak and the colours.
It's that shy, quiet girl's turn to read aloud. I was looking forward to it--I want to get to know her better. Anyways, the professor calls on her to take it to town. She agrees. And then she just sat there. And sat there. And sat there. Finally the awkward silence is broken when she finally decides to start.
And then the person in the next class room decides to drag his (most likely a "his"...) desk across the floor.
She decides to read louder.
He decides to drag louder.
She decides to read even louder. I didn't know quiet girls could shout. Was she angry? Or just annoyed?
He gives up. I was glad because I don't think her voice could go louder and I don't think my funny bone could take it anymore. Why does everybody look so serious? It's cool though. If anybody so much as cracked a smile at me, I think I would explode. With spit and perhaps some tea as well. It would probably compliment that stark chalkboard. Right in the middle there. Yeah, there. Oh wait. This is serious. The girl is still reading and I haven't caught any of it. Pay attention, Aly. No laughing. No smiling. Nothing. Just listen.
Is she crying? She is crying. Well, this is great. A crying fest. If I was paying attention I would've realized that the main character just killed himself. So utterly ruthless. This girl had strong emotions for him. Didn't she know he would die in the end? I think he at least knew he would kill this girl's ego when he died as well. He wanted to make me laugh. They're all out to get me, I know it.
And then he felt the need to drag his desk again. With all of Hades backing him up. I thought these walls were sound proof?
And then she raised her crackly voice. And he raised his desk and slammed it down. And the tears came gushing out of her eyes. And I realized this was entirely not funny. If I started laughing they would kick me out of class. My grade would go down 1%. That shy girl would hate me forever and I would probably never flash her a smile ever again. Could we even be facebook friends? I think not.
A ticking time bomb. That's exactly what I was. The way the teacher's shoes flopped on the floor were really funny. Ah, how about the way Mr. Smart hit his head on the desk trying to grab his flyaway coffee cup. And that bug. It was getting close to the vent.
Pay attention.
No.
Yes.

She stopped reading. The teacher thanked her. Thanked her, I tell you! Thanked her for putting me through boot camp! Through a hike in a straight jacket and ski boots. Then she told us we could go. And I rushed out that door. And ran. I died a cruel death this day. I never knew laughing could hurt so bad.
A great day regardless.