Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Squidward
“Alright, class. Last week was a wasted week Now, we play. Now, when I call out your name, you will play any song, and play it perfect. Dewey Wilkerson.” Dewey started to play Beethoven’s 9th on his piano. He was almost flawless. Which isn’t good enough. “Play it good next time. Perry Flynn-Fletcher.” She played a song called ‘River’s Bend March’, so she said, on her piccolo. She was atrocious.
“Perry, who are your parents? Because I need to tell them that they need to get some music skills!”
Perry stood up and her eyes turned red. She yelled, “My parents are dead! I’m adopted!” She threw her chair, narrowly missing me. “You are the worst teacher ever!” She threw her stand. “I quit this class!” she said, throwing the piccolo at my face. She then ran out of the room, crying.
“Mr. Tentacles, I think you were a bit mean to her.” said Bubblegum, a synthesizer player.
“Yeah, you were.” said Marceline, a guitar player.
“Personally,” I voiced in a perfect voice, “She was being too sensitive. I was just trying to make her work harder. She isn’t taking this seriously enough.”
“Mr. Teacher, Sir?” Dewey said, “I don't think that’s how it works. You need to offer encouragement to the students.”
“Fine!” I shouted into my microphone. “If you think I was too hard on Perry, leave the classroom. People started throwing stuff at me and breaking stands and ripping music. Within 5 minutes, everyone had left the classroom. At least Scruffy the janitor would have a job to do.