By David Cook
Matt Jenkins typed 5318008 into his calculator, turned it upside down, snickered and passed it to Steve Smith. “It says ‘boobies’!” giggled Steve quietly, almost widdling himself with glee.
The two were interrupted by a raised hand. Samantha Barrington was staring in confusion at her book. She always had trouble with algebra. Mr. Jenkins rolled his eyes at Mr Smith and went to help Samantha with her problem. Mr. Smith giggled again, then strolled down the corridor and into his office, pausing only to admire the little plaque on the door that read “Headmaster.”