I am missing the old days.

It is time for extra help after morning meeting. Students are filling the classroom thus it becomes a little bit crowded. It seems to be the busiest extra help for the precalculus class since the chapter about function is confusing to many students. Some of them find themselves a place to sit, and start chatting with each other. Others automatically stand in a line and start waiting. Mr. Huston is busy although many students are chatting with others rather than asking him questions. The desks are in a mess since students always move them in order to discuss more conveniently. Noise is 

getting louder and louder  which bothers me a little bit. The air conditioner is also noisy although it runs great which makes the room kind of warm. 

Finally it becomes quiet after a long time of chaos. Students get out of the classroom one by one after finishing their questions about the complicated problems of the annoying chapter. The white board turns dark blue, seems to sleep deeply. Sunshine comes through the window and spreads on my desk which makes me feel sleepy. Mr. Huston starts to line up the desks slowly with his classical coy smile on his face. Checking his iPad , courseware and even his name cards for asking questions randomly. On his messy table, there are quizzes and tests paper  he tries to separate and hand out to students in his next class.  He hurries up in order to make everything well-organized. Students arrive the classroom gradually. In a minute, the class begins. 

To my surprise, the scene which showed up in the past 20 minutes really pulls me the old days, which leads me to another scene and can not concentrate at all. 

It is a long long line since there are 50 students in my class. A boy runs to me and grabs my homework while I am anxiously waiting for the teach to check it. Because of the chaos in the classroom, no one notices my encounter and shows up to redress the scale. Worried and annoyed, I run out of the line and start to chase him. The desks are arranged compactly which means that I have knocked down multiple of desks without notice. The teacher is still checking homework for students one by one intensively while some of my classmates have notices the dispute. They start to kick up a fuss thus they could have some fun rather than waiting vapidly. They even start to guess who would win the chase! More and more desks are knocked down and classroom is totally in a mess. Finally the teacher realize something wrong is happening, and I bet that he is astonished by the scene he see. Half of the desks are tipping; students are out or order and shouting; two students who he cannot easily recognize are running around the classroom with arguments shouted loudly in their mouth. 

"Everyone be quiet!" he yells, using the loudest voice in his life.

He does made it. Everyone in the classroom, even the fly is closing its mouth like closing a zipper.

My stories stops here since I cannot remember what the teacher has done to punish me. The only thing I can remember is that in the rest of the day, I was arranging the desks happily with the boy who has rapped my homework. This is childhood, we were easily got angry and got happy again.