CYOA 3b

Maybe this time their excuse was valid so you say they can sit down. They practically jump for joy and even give their fellow students playful nudges as they sit. Soon you discover the entire class is whispering and chatting with each other. You tell them to settle down but nobody is listening. You raise your voice with a "silence!" yet they continue on. Finally, you say the magic words "minus one for everyone". The class is quiet for a moment. Then erupts in argument.

"But, mister that isn't fair"
"Sir, we weren't talking" (though they were)
"No, sir. You can't do that"
"Why, sir? Why?"
"Please, sir. Please"

The pleas and arguments continue on and on, louder than the original chatter. You are lost as to what to do next. So, you tell them class is finished and there will be a test tomorrow on the material you were suppose to cover. All the students are quiet and still. You go back to teaching your lesson even though half of the class time is already gone. You get only about a third of the way through the material because every question revolves are the test that is supposedly tomorrow, even though you've long since explained that it won't be since the class is better behaved.

After class, you are exhausted so you only say "hi" to the other professors and go home to cook dinner and relax. While you wait for the beans to boil on the small stove, you are so worn that you drift to sleep. When you wake your small hut is an inferno which you barely escape. Due to complications from the inhaled smoke, you develop respiratory issues and the PCMO medically separates you from the PC. Soon you are on a plane home with nothing more than a bad cough.

Fin