What constitutes a hard class? Is it the workload? The rigor of the course? The teacher? I’m sure a few classes have already come to mind. You’ve got AP Physics 1 & 2, Advanced Honors Chemistry, and of course Mr. Sullivan’s English class. Well, the true hardest class may very well not meet any of these criteria.
Allow me to set the scene. First, the teacher has seated you in order of last names alphabetically, so you don’t know half the people you’re sitting next to. Next, the class is very loud and disruptive. It’s to the point where the teacher has to yell for 10 minutes about the noise level. Finally the teacher makes it clear that no one is allowed to move for the first fifteen minutes of class. Alright, on to the class.
So, it’s the ninth period and I walk into class. I sit down but can’t hear myself think over the loud noise of everyone yelling. My back hurts from sitting on the uncomfortable backless seat. And I’m afraid to move any of my things because my surroundings are disgusting. I pull out my iPad and decide that I’m going to attempt to get a little work done. This is wishful thinking, however, because just as I start my work, Mr. Dickinson is chastising a group of guys goofing off at the back of class. No big deal though, this bellowing has become a sort of white noise for me throughout the year.
Now, the people next to me are talking about some new Kairos secret I’m not allowed to know, so I’ve had to have my ears covered for the last couple of minutes instead of doing my work. I look forward to being able to get up and leave this class to head to the library to actually get some work done. A place where I’m not sitting at a lunch table covered in the food from the previous lunch period. A place where there aren’t 150 people screaming or being screamed at on the microphone by Mr. Dickinson. That’s right…in my opinion the hardest class at Fenwick is by far: study hall
