Three Men in School
This is my creative response to Three Men in a Boat. I have used the main characters from Three Men in a Boat and have written a story about them in a different situation. This story is in the perspective of J.
We are in the year 1872 in London. We are in a renowned school of London called Aldgate Ward. J, Harris and George are 10 years old.
'Who is going to solve this equation?' Mrs. Ethel steps back from the blackboard and gazes at all fellows in the class with great thought. George, who was sitting next to me, raises his hand with great pleasure. Mrs. Ethel ignores him completely. Well, I don't blame her. George has been correcting Mrs. Ethel's every sentence, by the by. Any other teacher would have kicked him out of the class due to his annoying little know-it-all-and-excited-to-learn brain.
Mrs. Ethel moves her gaze to the back of the class, towards Harris. Harris had his head hidden inside his desk. 'Hallo, Harris. You seem to be in an entirely different world!' says Mrs. Ethel irritably. Harris lifts his head and looks in front at the teacher. His mouth was covered in brown and flowy chocolate. This made my stomach growl. I hadn't eaten since the morning and Harris eats all the time! There is nothing that irritates me more than seeing people do something that I want to do badly.
'Well Harris, you've got some delicious delights in there. So, why don't you solve the equation now?' says Mrs. Ethel. Harris stares at the blackboard, hoping to find the answer somewhere in there. For sure, he wouldn't have paid attention to a single word that Mrs. Ethel said. His foolishness is getting on my nerves. Harris didn't say a word and Mrs. Ethel soon gave up on him.
'So, for the Yearly Festival you will need to make a project on aught that you are passionate about. You are supposed to work in groups of three of your choice,' says Mrs. Ethel in a hurry and then leaves the classroom.
Within minutes the entire class had divided themselves up in groups. There were only three of us left- George, Harris and I. I wasn't that upset because they seemed foolish fellows and easy to boss around. George and I moved places beside Harris. He still didn't stop stuffing food into his mouth. Uh! I get so irritated when others are enjoying themselves when I'm working. I try to start a conversation with them.
'What topic do you want to choose?' I say nervously.
'Aught',was George's answer.
'Yellow',Harris starts off. 'Yellow is my favourite colour and I'm very passionate about it.'
I couldn't agree less. How can somebody be passionate about colours? However, George agreed and I didn't want to be the one sticking out, so I concurred. Anyway, the topic is not as important as the content.
I have noticed that Harris always wears a tint of yellow or orange. This colour doesn't suit his complexion and he looks vulgar in yellow or orange clothes. Well, some people will never understand fashion.
'I can make the poster for our project',I say with confidence.
Both of them agreed instantly. George spread his legs on top of the chair and started snoring heavily. Harris took out more food and started eating, again. This was hardly what I meant. I wanted to boss around while they were working. Saying 'oh! that does not seem correct' 'there you go, simple'. They expect me to do all the work while they enjoy! That's not going to happen. I lean on my chair comfortably and close my eyes.
THE END
We are in the year 1872 in London. We are in a renowned school of London called Aldgate Ward. J, Harris and George are 10 years old.
'Who is going to solve this equation?' Mrs. Ethel steps back from the blackboard and gazes at all fellows in the class with great thought. George, who was sitting next to me, raises his hand with great pleasure. Mrs. Ethel ignores him completely. Well, I don't blame her. George has been correcting Mrs. Ethel's every sentence, by the by. Any other teacher would have kicked him out of the class due to his annoying little know-it-all-and-excited-to-learn brain.
Mrs. Ethel moves her gaze to the back of the class, towards Harris. Harris had his head hidden inside his desk. 'Hallo, Harris. You seem to be in an entirely different world!' says Mrs. Ethel irritably. Harris lifts his head and looks in front at the teacher. His mouth was covered in brown and flowy chocolate. This made my stomach growl. I hadn't eaten since the morning and Harris eats all the time! There is nothing that irritates me more than seeing people do something that I want to do badly.
'Well Harris, you've got some delicious delights in there. So, why don't you solve the equation now?' says Mrs. Ethel. Harris stares at the blackboard, hoping to find the answer somewhere in there. For sure, he wouldn't have paid attention to a single word that Mrs. Ethel said. His foolishness is getting on my nerves. Harris didn't say a word and Mrs. Ethel soon gave up on him.
'So, for the Yearly Festival you will need to make a project on aught that you are passionate about. You are supposed to work in groups of three of your choice,' says Mrs. Ethel in a hurry and then leaves the classroom.
Within minutes the entire class had divided themselves up in groups. There were only three of us left- George, Harris and I. I wasn't that upset because they seemed foolish fellows and easy to boss around. George and I moved places beside Harris. He still didn't stop stuffing food into his mouth. Uh! I get so irritated when others are enjoying themselves when I'm working. I try to start a conversation with them.
'What topic do you want to choose?' I say nervously.
'Aught',was George's answer.
'Yellow',Harris starts off. 'Yellow is my favourite colour and I'm very passionate about it.'
I couldn't agree less. How can somebody be passionate about colours? However, George agreed and I didn't want to be the one sticking out, so I concurred. Anyway, the topic is not as important as the content.
I have noticed that Harris always wears a tint of yellow or orange. This colour doesn't suit his complexion and he looks vulgar in yellow or orange clothes. Well, some people will never understand fashion.
'I can make the poster for our project',I say with confidence.
Both of them agreed instantly. George spread his legs on top of the chair and started snoring heavily. Harris took out more food and started eating, again. This was hardly what I meant. I wanted to boss around while they were working. Saying 'oh! that does not seem correct' 'there you go, simple'. They expect me to do all the work while they enjoy! That's not going to happen. I lean on my chair comfortably and close my eyes.
THE END