deadly angles

“Ok class, today we will be learning how to measure the angles of a triangle”. The loud, somewhat happy voiced of Mrs. Wenke called out to her small but very irritating math A/B class. Everyone started moaning as soon as the word’s left her mouth, but they still managed to get out fresh paper for notes. Being used to the usual contorted moan from students at the beginning of class Mrs. Wenke began to teach without any comment.1

“Ok, would you all get a ruler, and a protractor, please?”2

With this command, all the students slowly got up from their seats and proceeded to get their materials. Finding a non-broken ruler, Kris, began hitting Nate in the arm. They both drew their rulers, and began smacking them together, as to interpret a sword fight. Mrs. Wenke’s face started to become red as she noticed the two boys’s playing with their measuring devices.3

“Hey! You two stop it right now, and sit down” she said to them both with pursed lips.4

Kris and Nate giggled for a slight second, and then they both sat down, as they were told, and Mrs. Wenke began to teach the class again.5

“Ok, we’ll begin by placing our protractor on the paper.”6

She then brought the biggest protractor the class had ever seen in their life’s. This thing was mammoth! The class was in total awe. Their eyes followed the protractor wherever it went, and they were unable to concentrate on anything Mrs. Wenke was telling them.7

“Hello!!” Mrs. Wenke yelled out to the mesmerized class, and they were quickly brought back to her attention. Her face started to become redder. She turned back to the marker board, and began writing the notes. But it wasn’t long after that Kris began whispering to Nate about football, his voice became louder and louder until Mrs. Wenke could hear them. 8

Chris became aware of his disruption as soon as he noticed that Mrs. Wenke’s voice couldn’t be heard. He quickly stopped and turned to face the reddening math teacher.9

Mrs. Wenke had her fingers clasped tightly around the giant protractor, and she began to shake. Her face was as red as blood. Chris stared at her in astonishment when out of know where Mrs. Wenke swung around, and brought the giant protractor down on Kris’ forehead. Wham!!!!  Blood was spewing everywhere, and Mrs. Wenke was still striking the now red, giant protractor at Kris with all her might.10

The class stared in disbelief, but soon realized that what they were seeing was real, and headed for the door.11

No one knows why the loving Mrs. Wenke suddenly tweaked that horrific day. Many people think it was drug’s, some say that she might have been on a special medication, and forgot to take it that day. But most people believe that she just became fed up with having to deal with kids like Kris, and couldn’t take it anymore. 12