This one goes out to all those insane teachers who only want their students

to go through hell instead of helping them learn something. This story is

dedicated to the King of them all my dear Chemistry teacher Dr. Arsenic

who made my life as well as the lives of my fellow classmates a living hell.

This is for you Dr. Arsenic- for all those times that you told us to figure

out how to do those chemical math problems by ourselves and when we did for

throwing them back in our face and telling us to redo them, even though you

never told us what was wrong with them. Hope you enjoy this because I sure

as hell enjoyed writing it. Oh, and I'd also like to say- I may not be able

to figure out what Q is or what the osmolality is but I sure can write a

good story!!!

The Crazy Chemistry Teacher

by: Danne Paris

Chrissy Summers stared with a blank look on her face, 'What in the

world is he talking about?' she mentally asked herself.

"Do all of you understand?" Her teacher, Dr. Arsenic asked.

Chrissy scanned the room and saw that everyone else didn't have a

clue.

"Silence isn't an answer!" he bellowed.

A hand shot up right when Dr. Arsenic turned and wrote on the board.

"I'll give you more examples from the book," with that he just kept writing

on the blackboard while Molly Kenton kept waving her hand back and forth trying

to get his attention.

"Hello! I have a question!" she shouted.

"One moment let me finish this." he kept writing and writing until

Chrissy decided to speed him up a little.

She saw a pen laying on the teacher's desk and decided to see how fast

it could fly with the help of her telekinetic abilities.

"Hello! Dr. Arsenic, I have a question." Molly said with more

irritation creeping into her voice.

"Hold on, let me finish!" he snapped at her.

The whole class became quiet and that's when Chrissy decided to

strike. She telekinetically shot the pen, tip first, from the desk right into

Arsenic's rear.

"Ouch!" he screamed as he jumped up, "Who did that!?"

The whole class was roaring with laughter and didn't answer him at

all. Chrissy smiled and laughed with the class. No one really cared in the

school if a person was a mutant or not especially when they used their

"gifts" to bug the professors.

Arsenic, on the other hand, didn't like the fact that he was

being used as a dartboard. "I want to know who did that! Otherwise, I will

not continue!" he stood and waited for an answer that no one seemed willing

to give him.

Chrissy's imagination began to stir again as she saw the projector

screen above Arsenic's head. 'I know I shouldn't,' Chrissy said to herself,

'but if he keeps yelling at us...'

"I repeat- I WANT TO KNOW WHO THREW THE PEN AT ME!!!" Arsenic roared.

'That's it!' Chrissy said to herself, 'Who does he think we are?'

With that, Chrissy slowly loosened the screen from its bearings and let it

fall on it's target.

Arsenic yelled as the screen fell onto his head. He then glared at

all the students as his lips curled in a snarl. "Since there is someone

here who find this funny then I suggest they try and explain the problem.

Andrea Carlton stood up and went to the board. She took the chalk

from the stunned teacher and began to explain the problem.

"And therefore, that is how you get the osmolality," she said as

she finished the problem and then went back into her seat.

"Okay," Arsenic said, "Does Andrea's explanation help?"

The whole class nodded their heads and said yes. Satisfied, Arsenic

Then turned back to look in his book and then went ahead and wrote another

problem on the board. He began to explain it and once again the whole class

did not understand him at all. Molly turned to Andrea and asked her if she

knew how to do the problem.

Arsenic heard them whispering and snapped at them, "Do NOT talk when

I am lecturing!"

"But I just asked her about the problem..." Molly told him.

"I AM the teacher NOT Andrea." He screamed, "If you have a question

you should ask me NOT her!"

Molly turned pale as she sunk back into her seat.

'Why you...' Chrissy muttered.

Arsenic heard her and asked, "Is there something wrong, Ms. Summers?"

Chrissy felt her face turn red, "Actually, yes there is." She answered.

"Would you like to share with the rest of us?"

"Of coarse." She snarled back at him. "YOU are the problem, Mr.

Arsenic. You NEVER answer our questions and you treat us like trash instead

of students and NONE of us are going to take it anymore." With that she

picked up her book bag and began to leave the room.

"How dare you leave when I am lecturing!" Arsenic yelled at her and

at those who were also getting up to leave.

Chrissy turned back and looked at him. "How dare you yell at me." She

told him as she felt her telekinetic shield form around her. "I am your

student not a pet. I'm here to learn, not to be scolded."

"How dare you, you little..."

"I dare, Arsenic because I'm the one that's paying for you and since

you aren't doing your job the way you should, then I'm just going to go

pay someone else to teach me." She then turned around and headed out the

door.

"You can't fire me, you child!" he yelled after her.

Chrissy felt her blood boil and enough was enough. Not looking back

She telekinetically sent his briefcase flying at him which hit him in the

head. All the other students laughed at the spectacle as they left the room

and headed after Chrissy.

"Did you do that?" Molly asked her when she caught up with Chrissy.

"What?" Chrissy asked acting like she didn't know about the flying

briefcase.

"You didn't see the briefcase hit Arsenic in the head?" Andrea asked.

Chrissy turned around and saw Arsenic rubbing his head in fury. He

Then took his briefcase and threw it to the ground saying, "That's it! I

Quit!"

"Whoever did that just saved our sanity." Chrissy said smiling as

she and her classmates walked down the hallway.

"Yeah. Maybe it was David." Molly said, "I think he's got a crush

on you, Chrissy."

Chrissy laughed, "No way."

"Yeah," Andrea added as they continued down the hall, their insane

Chemistry class forgotten.

The End..........Well, maybe not...