My Name is April

Are you In the Right Class?

So, a few months ago, I was away from school for a while and when I came back I went about my usual Monday morning…packed my Monday books, packed my Monday lunch and headed off to start my Monday day. Little did I know, things were about to go sour. I got to school, chilled with my friends before school officially started, went to my form class, chilled there until form was over and then went off to my first subject of the day: double IPT.

The first thing that stuck me as odd was that there was a congregation of Year 11s outside my classroom. I told them to get out of the way so I could set my bag down and then proceeded to wait for the class to start. When my teacher came, I walked in and went and sat at my usual computer and began to log on. I then looked around and realised – where was the rest of my IPT class? All these Year 11 homos had walked in after me and they were staring at me just as weirdly with my shiny new Senior jersey sticking out like a sore thumb. I began to get worried until I saw a few of my IPT classmates walk in and sit at their usual spots too. I blew out a sigh of relief and settled down to start the lesson.

There was silence for a while and I looked at my teacher as if to say “are we going to start?” and she was staring at me MOST oddly. I stared at her back with a blank expression and a raised eyebrow. She decided this would be an appropriate time to speak. “April…what are you doing here?”
A confused look shot across my face and I glance around the room. “Uh…I’m here for IPT, Miss…”
The class then decides, at this point, to literally burst out laughing. I look at them all with a WTF expression on my face and then turn to stare at my teacher, demanding an explanation. Between bursts of giggles, she exclaims to me, “IT’S TUESDAY’S TIMETABLE! THIS ISN’T IPT!”
…To which, I then die of embarrassment, get up and exit the classroom; shutting the door with a bang.

That was a very embarrassing moment. What’s the best bit though? Why is she telling me this story? You wonder. Well, those few fellow Senior classmates that were in there with me (whom were on spares and hence their presence) have never let me live it down. Everytime, whenever they see me, “Oh, April…are you at the right class???” I always knew they were fucking with me – it was kind of obvious. But today, today they nearly got me. The ENTIRE class was in on it. They all looked at me like I was an idiot and as if to say “Oh no…she’s done it again” when I approached the classroom this morning. I put my bag down and stood there decisively.

That’s when the ring leader decides to pipe up, “Hey April! You in the right class??” To which I roll my eyes and go, “Uh yeah, B, pretty sure I am.” After I say this, the whole class jumps in on it and says. “It’s Tuesday’s timetable again…this is ICT, April…” I roll my eyes and make a “pfft” sound before sitting down to wait for the teacher. They then continue to convince me so much that I stand up again and grab my bag, freaking out.

“Please, guys! Tell me the truth!” I exclaim, really becoming paranoid now, that I have done it again. “This isn’t fair! I’m about to cry! Please tell me!”

…they don’t. I’m not sure whether to believe them so I stay there in halves as to whether to go to my Tuesday class of Music, or to stay and confirm with the teacher. I decide to wait until the teacher arrives. Upon asking her she goes along with the rest of the class for a moment and I nearly start crying…thinking I’m starting to get Alzheimers already. And then, to my relief, “AH JOKES! Yeah, you’re in the right class!” She confirms that the class was, in fact, pulling my leg.

…I have a horrid IPT class.

What is/was the most embarrassing moment of your schooling history?

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