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As we entered the quiet room on Friday morning, we noticed an aberration in our English classroom. We could tell that this was not going to be a mundane Friday. Our fastidious English teacher, Mr. Calabrese was nowhere to be found. This was not a subtle instance. Our teacher would never miss a day of class. Our next thought was that Mr. Poole, our student teacher would be taking over the class for the day. We felt that it was incumbent on Mr. Poole to take over Mr. Calabrese’s responsibilities. Ten minutes later, we were perplexed to find that Mr. Poole had also failed to show up to class.

Soon, Mr. Freccero fleetingly went through the hall and heard the cacophony of tumultuous students within our classroom. Mr. Freccero felt it was compulsory to come in and see what was going on. We tried to delineate to him that we came to class and found that our teachers were gone. Mr. Freccero had a conjecture that we did something to our two teachers. This made him call the office and tell Ms. Disa to stay vigilant for Mr. Calabrese and Mr. Poole. Ms. Disa informed the rest of the office of the situation.

Mr. Freccero mandated us to sit down and find work to do while he found a substitute for our class. He felt that it was necessary to bring this mystery to the next level and call the police. As the police were patrolling the streets, they saw two prepossessing men running towards the border of Wilbraham. To their surprise, the two men were dissembled while running. The cops told the two men to stop, and they remained reticent. The cops realized that the description of the two men matched the description that Mr. Freccero gave to them. They told the two men to get into the car and brought them back to the high school. When they arrived at the high school, Mr. C and Mr. Poole’s entire B/C Interpreting English 12 class was standing outside curiously waiting to see where the two teachers had gone. Mr. C and Mr. Poole were ready for the gravity of the situation and for what Mr. Freccero and the class had to say to them.

When we arrived in the classroom, we were frenetic to start leaning our lesson in English class. We were all avid learners of the English language. There was cacophony throughout the classroom; however, because we had no teacher. Seconds later the principal Mr. Freccerro stormed into the room and said that the situation was ludicrous. Where were all of the teachers? Most of the students thought that having no teacher would facilitate the hour and a half class. Then randomly out of nowhere an exotic bird flew right into the door and out the window. The class was getting pretty crazy. We all figured that there must be no docket for the class today and so, instead, we sat in perplexity. Nobody knew the real reason that Mr.C and Mr. P. were eschewing us for the day. Because our teachers were absent from class, we were being kind of loud, and the teacher next door had to thwart the tumultuous students. We later found out that Mr. C. and Mr. P unfettered the exotic bird that was flying around and were now trying to catch it.

Upon arriving at Mr. Calabrese and Mr. Poole’s English class, I saw a tumultuous queue of students waiting and preparing for the mundane day to begin. I walked past the students into the classroom to discover that the room was devoid of our teachers. What an aberration! There was a prepared docket on the blackboard, which delineated the day’s events. The lights were on. I looked at the periphery of the room, and it seemed as if our teachers had dissembled themselves.

The rest of my classmates were acting fatuous, frenetic, and cantankerous when they realized that they would have a free class due to the benediction that our teachers weren’t there. However, I was avid to consummate the interesting course.

I made a conjecture that Mr. Calabrese and Mr. Poole were being furtive by committing this malfeasance. Their creativity though was ludicrous. A fellow student and I decided to search for the missing teachers by walking through the halls vigilantly. We found subtle clues leading to where they might be, such two sets of muddy footprints down the hall leading to the boy’s bathroom. We heard a fleeting cacophony of coughing from the boy’s bathroom. We furtively entered, and we smelled a sumptuous smoky scent. One of the stall doors was closed. We were circumspect in the bathroom and looked beneath the closed stall door to find the shoes and legs of Mr. Calabrese and Mr. Poole. They opened the doors, and we realized that they were indulging in a prodigious misdemeanor. We were in a state of perplexity. The teachers were trying to think of a pretext, but finally offered us an A+ in class if we were reticent about what we found out. We acquiesced the offer and joined the exotic party. Who ever knew that Mr. Calabrese and Mr. Poole were such miscreants!

Walking into the classroom was quite an aberration, seeing that Mr.C was missing. Everyone was used to seeing Mr.C’s face in the hallway before entering the room. After we came into the class and realized that Mr.C wasn’t there, a loud cacophony filled the room. As demure students however, we eventually sat silently in the classroom. We were devoid of comfort from our gaunt teacher because he was nowhere to be found. There was a docket on the board telling us what to do until our sub got there. All of us became frenetic and ignored the list on the board. Our exotic, Ethiopian substitute eventually came in, but he didn’t know how to speak English, so one of the bilingual students facilitated him. Some of the students were impertinent to the sub, so Brenna and Steph gave them a clout to the face!

We thought this situation was incorrigible, but after 20 minutes into the class, Mr. C came back because he missed us too much. After Mr.C was back, we all thought that we were going to have an easy, laid back day, but Mr.C had other things in mind. The small docket that we ignored at the beginning of class was soon started. The students moaned to have our Ethiopian sub back, but it was too late!

Not avid fans of English class, we walked slowly and devoid of interest towards Room 214. We had heard a premonition of Mr. C being absent, but were not sure if the rumors were true. Entering the classroom, we gave one final fleeting glance towards the hallway that we wouldn’t see again for 84, long minutes. Suddenly, we heard the cacophony and laughter of the class; this was an aberration from the usual mundane class. We looked at the board and didn’t see the usual docket planned out for the class. Instead was written the words, “Study Hall”. This was a miracle, a benediction! We quickly became zealous kids looking for a way out of Study Hall. We were perplexed that there was no sub in the room, but the idea of having no teacher was sumptuous! We made several conjectures as to where Mr. C had gone.

Pam was an adherent of the idea that Mr. C had gotten himself into a cantankerous argument with Mr. Freccero. Actually, there was a calamity in the cafeteria where Mr. C spilt his chocolate milk on the floor. Apparently, Mr. C tried to dissemble himself by blaming a student, and Mr. Freccero thought that Mr. C was being fatuous.

On our way to school there are many tasks that we complete before we arrive. We start with a sumptuous breakfast and a prodigious snack. The snack that we have on our way to school makes us very vigilant rather than gregarious. As we arrive at school we opene the door, and our day gets a lot clearer. On any usual day, we see Mr. Maurer make it an exigency to assure that the Teacher parkinglot is devoid of students. We also see Mr. O gesticulating to the students as they walk by. As we get to the doors of the school, we impinge on Mr. Freccero while he opens the door. Today though, Tommy had a premonition that neither Mr. Poole nor Mr.C would be in class. As we approached the room we saw a queue of students outside the door. Both of us began acting very fatuous when we realized that Mr. C and Mr. Poole were not around. We wondered where they were; the scenario was ludicrous. The class was getting impertinent because there was no gravity to their actions. I began to get nettled by everyone’s tumultuous behavior. We then went to Mr. Freccero for recourse to see if he knew where Mr. C was, but to no avail. We then went around the school looking for him. We searched in plethora of places but we could not find him at all.

As we were walking into our English block, we realized that our teacher, Mr. Calabrese, AKA Bazooka Joe, was not there to greet us. Ben and I looked at each other in relief: “Maybe we have a sub today.” Cacophony spread through the classroom. I made a conjecture that Mrs. Leone would be teaching our class. However, that was not possible because she was enervated from the events of the previous night. After a few minutes passed, we realized that no teacher was going to show up; the classroom became a temporary asylum. What a benediction! No English for the day!

It was going to be very capricious without a teacher. Bubba and others avidly looked for a way to get out of the school despite the adversity of Mr. Orsotti’s relentless efforts to keep us inside. As Tim’s dexterous fingers went to work looking for football stats on Masslive, he saw a breaking news brief. It was a picture of a man eschewing the police. They embellished the story saying that the man was moving at upwards of 12 miles an hour, but we knew he was moving at a much slower gait. The street was devoid of cars as the police chased the man. A shirtless adherent in track shorts and running shoes stood on the sidewalk cheering him on. The news footage began to delineate the features of the gaunt figure.

It soon became compulsory to watch the monitor as the whole class’s eyes watched intently. Miss Leone was snoring loudly in her mundane seat in the back. This was just one of her daily idiosyncrasies. We soon realized as the camera panned to the left that the runner was none other than Bazooka Joe himself. To exacerbate the situation he ran strait into a mailbox, which impinged on his fleeting progress as he looked back at the police chasing him. This did not facilitate the situation. The ludicrous event caused the class to burst into laughter, and many fatuous students began to reenact the tumble.

Nonplussed, the class began to wonder why he was running from the cops. To Mr. C it was a sacrilege to miss a day of school. When the police mandated him to stop running, there was a subtle nuance in his step as if he had a brief penchant for being exonerated by the police.

As a plethora of police officers chased him on foot, a news brief revealed Big C’s pretext for running. Mr. C’s malfeasance was that he trampled a group of lawn gnomes on the police chief’s lawn. This impertinent event angered the police chief greatly. Mr. C was very pugnacious and gave one of the police officers a great clout when he tried to put the handcuffs on him. This did not facilitate the situation. The officers crowded around and frenetically took him down. In the perplexity of the situation Mr. C lost his glasses. The news brief ended as the police cars left with Big C riding in the back.

Greg propounded a plan to break Mr. C out of jail. We knew the police were going to try to thwart our attack though. Still we thought we had to try. Two of us had semblances of FBI badges as we walked into the police station. We told the taciturn officer at the desk that we were going take Mr. C into custody. I was very vigilant as we entered the cell block. We removed Mr. C from his cell and returned to the school just in time for the end of the class.

It was just another mundane Monday. All of the students entered Mr. C’s room with a huge cacophony. The docket of the day was on the board, but Mr. C wasn’t in the room. The students made a conjecture that Mr. C would be there in a couple of minutes. We waited twenty minutes and soon realized we were exonerated from English class. Students started to talk about ways of escaping. We had to be furtive, or we would get caught trying to leave school. Jeff came up with the idea that we should jump out the window, but we said that wasn’t subtle enough and someone would see us. It was snowing, so everyone was acting fatuous. Pat suggested that we go outside and make a snowman. Everyone just looked at him with perplexity. The class decided that making an exotic escape would only draw attention. Ben said that we should just walk down the stairs. We walked down the stairs vigilantly looking for “The Body.” For a fleeting moment, someone thought that they saw Richie coming, but it was only a figment of our imagination.

The whole time that I was walking down the hallway I was thinking of pretexts to explain my behavior. We walked out the door and started towards the parking lot. It was hard to have acuity because it was snowing so hard. Bob started throwing snowballs at the cars. He was acting ludicrous. Then we all started throwing snowballs. We were so dexterous we made beautiful snow angels. Jess started yelling that there was someone on the football field. “We’re going to get caught from all the egregious things that we’ve been doing,” said Jess. “Try to be demure when they question us,” said Keshia. All of the sudden we see someone in pink snow pants get up and start dancing around the football field. We thought to ourselves it couldn’t be Mr. C, because Mr. C always demonstrates gravity.

It was Mr. C, and he wasn’t even in ignominy from us seeing him. He was acting frenetic and started screaming “SNOW DAY!”

“No, we have school,” said Christian. You‘ve committed a malfeasance by skipping class today. At that moment, Mr. C passed out. We decided that this was an exigency. In order to get back into school without anyone knowing we left, we were going to have to dissemble ourselves as teachers. Nick volunteered to do it. We didn’t want to make him look too egregious so we decided just to shave his head. Now he looked like most of the teachers in our school anyways.

After we shaved his head, Mr. C looked a little blue. We had to hurry and get him into the school. After he went in with Nick, we became really bored waiting so we went in the back door. Nick came running out of the nurse’s office and said, “He is just frostbitten.” It turned out that Mr. C had forgotten to take his medication, and that’s why he thought it was a snow day. None of us got into trouble. We were too furtive. Who knows maybe this will happen next Monday?

The class was in a state of perplexity because no one knew exactly what was going on or what would happen. We figured that Mr. Calabrese was a gregarious person who would follow his mundane docket everyday. Knowing this, the class was vigilant to make sure that he wouldn’t come back. Some of the students became frenetic, and the room was filled with cacophony. The kids who were more dexterous began to fastidiously take his precious clock off the wall. The depraved kids became even more fatuous and were laughing throughout the rest of the class time. The kids who were gaunt were thrown out the window to make more room for everyone. It seemed to be incumbent for these kids to kick and scream as they flew out the windows.

Gravity started to fill the room, though, when Mrs. Leone tried to grab the attention of the class and begin teaching. No one wanted to learn anything because Mr. Calabrese was gone, so in a depraved manner, we threw everything we had at Mrs. Leone until she fled in fear.

A quarter way through the class, someone yelled out “Mr. C escaped to Middle Earth!” This conjecture was made because we saw him running after Frodo in the calendar on the wall. We knew then that he would never come back because he loved all that weird stuff. It was then that we saw all the fantasy pictures taken off the walls and filed neatly in a filing cabinet like he planned on leaving. The adversity of the class led him to escape into The Lord of the Rings.

The office called the classroom and told everyone to remain calm and that a substitute teacher was on the way. Everyone decided that we could not let this happen so we worked together in hopes of escaping without being seen. We had to be furtive in our escape. After we attempted to delineate our plan; however, we all had a premonition that our plan would not work so in order to facilitate the escape we all agreed that it should be every man for himself.

Just as we were about to free ourselves from the room, the substitute teacher entered. There was no way that the school would exonerate us, for the charges that would be held against us would put us away for 15 years. Sam knew he had to act quickly. Looking around the room for a means of escape, he noticed the ring up on the wall. Sam then stole the ring of power from the wall, and it turned from paper into gold. As he put the ring on, he suddenly became invisible. Sam left the rest of the class to deal with the substitute and ran to the asylum of his home. The class was nonplussed that Mr. C did not take the ring with him to help in his travels of Middle Earth, but they wished they had thought of escaping there too when the sub began another boring lesson.

The cacophony of the crowded halls fell away as you walked into the asylum that was Mr. C’s classroom. The chalkboard was filled with today’s docket, telling us that we had a pop quiz on our latest literary terms. This compulsory quiz was, to most in the class, an adversity because none of us had studied the night before. This sudden aberration from what we expected made some feel enervated of our mental acuity. To exacerbate this event, our incorrigible class still had no idea where Mr. C was. There was no one to facilitate this quiz. We needed some pretext to get out of it before Mr. C. arrived.

All of the sudden, a mandate came over the speaker. A few miscreants from our class were being called to the office for their depraved practical joke on a freshman. This announcement temporarily caused the class to be nonplussed and sent a subtle change throughout the room. Still our very capricious class had no idea where Mr. C was. This nuance from our normal routine was causing even the most demure students to commit egregiously bad behavior. Our tumultuous class had a penchant for misbehavior seeing that that Mr. C was not coming to class today. But as we looked at chalkboard more closely, we saw a benediction written from Mr. C – “I’ve left for vacation. You’re all exonerated from today’s quiz. Enjoy your Christmas vacation too.” With that being said, we fleetingly left the school.

It was “A block”, 1^st period, on a Monday morning. Nobody wanted to go to English class. This enmity increased because the class was compulsory; therefore, we had to show up. As the students walked into room 214 before the bell rang; however, they all realized there was something wrong. The students made a conjecture about the problem. They realized that Mr. C was nowhere to be found. He was usually in the class by now but he wasn’t anywhere near the classroom. As the minutes kept passing by, we realized Mr. C wasn’t around, and it seemed that he wasn’t coming. Greg was being fatuous when he said, “He probably went to a crazy party last night and is too hung over to come to school.” As soon as everyone heard what he had said, there was cacophony in the classroom. Everyone was laughing at this impertinent comment.

Meanwhile, Mr. C was at home in bed and couldn’t believe the gigantic, pounding headache he had. “It feels like I was clouted a few times by a wrestler,” he thought. “I definitely shouldn’t have drunk so much. I wonder what the students are doing now? …No, on second thought, I don’t want to know.”

Back in the classroom the class was still laughing at the joke of Mr. C having a hangover. However, soon the noise died down, and there was a brief silence. “I really wonder where he is?” said someone. “What are we going to do without a teacher?” asked another. Then, in unison, everyone screamed, “PARTY!” Pretty soon there was music and some pizzas arrived.

“This is certainly an aberration from our normal English class,” said Christeena. “This definitely isn’t a mundane class,” said Mike. People were certainly frenetic about Mr. C’s absence. In fact, it was the best English class ever! However, soon a fight broke out between Greg and Tim over the music. Tim was avidly suggesting we should play some rap, while Greg wanted to listen to metal. They were certainly not demure about their choice, and soon there was more depraved behavior. Tim swung a punch at Greg, which Greg eschewed. Tim acted like a miscreant from the way he was behaving, and Greg wasn’t much better. Soon Jeff waded in and tried to thwart the fight. He vehemently tried to tell them they needed to stop.

As Mr. C finally walked into the classroom from being absent for so long, he said, “Who is the cause of this malfeasance. I cannot believe it is going on. What is wrong with all you?” Then he went on to say, “ I cannot delineate how disappointed I am in your egregious behavior, and I am extremely nonplussed in its perfidious nature.” Mr. C procured pink slips for every student in the class, and wrote us up. We all got suspended, and we certainly weren’t happy about it. When the students came back to school, they all dealt with their English Studies with gravity.

When we walked into class on Wednesday we automatically noticed an aberration from the normal classroom behavior. There was more than a nuance in the level of sound in the classroom. The cacophony was created by the plethora of student voices. Mr. C was missing! This capricious circumstance led us to believe that this was not going to be a mundane day.

The demure Ms. Leone found us to be an incorrigible group and left. This class was depraved! Where was Mr. C? Didn’t he know that the class was full of miscreants and could not be left alone? Was he seeking asylum from the fatuous class in a less frenetic place? Most of the class didn’t recognize the gravity of this exigency.

After many ludicrous hours with exorbitant laughter, the students heard a premonition from over the intercom: “Good afternoon students. This is your high school principal. I have noticed that there is some vehement behavior going on in room 214. I order everyone to be aware and cautious of this situation. Stay safe. Thank you.”

After hearing this announcement, Mr. C., who had been trapped in the textbook storage room, was nonplussed. What could he do to stop the calamity? He suddenly became pugnacious and grabbed an old grammar book and began hacking at the door. After breaking it down, Mr. C. charged into his room, expecting an inauspicious scene, only to find that his once untamed class was gone. He looked up at the clock and realized it was 4:00, and school ended hours ago.

It was ludicrous! We walked into Mr. C’s room and he wasn’t there. No one knew where he was. It was compulsory that he be here everyday so something important must have come up. There must have been a pretext for his absence. The class made a conjecture that Mr. C thought it was Saturday, even though it was Friday. To prevent other teachers from knowing about Mr. C’s absence, the students had to quiet the cacophony in the room and thwart their fatuous behavior. We had to act like demure students.

Mr. Freccero walked by our classroom for a fleeting moment, and we all got nervous; however, he didn’t realize that Mr. C was missing because we were acting in a very furtive manner. From a plethora of ideas, we picked out the perfect plan so that we all could all leave school. It wasn’t just any mundane plan. We decided that a vigilant student was to watch for any teachers or administrators. Although it was a sacrilege to leave school, we still were up to it. We were determined to become unfettered. Although it was a malfeasance to leave, we still were set to the plan.

One by one we had to sneak down the stairs and out the door in a subtle manner. As a class, we had decided that we were going to all go to the beach together. We traveled in a prodigious pack of 10 cars to Misquamicut Beach, but we still were wondering where Mr. C was; after all, the trip to the beach would be so much better with him.

The gregarious students were enjoying their time in the car with their fellow classmates. All of the pugnacious students were fighting over who could ride in the most sumptuous cars. As we were driving into Enfield, we suddenly spotted a man who seemed perplexed and appeared very lost. His exotic running wardrobe attracted our attention. We decided to pull over and see if he needed to use one of our cell phones. However, much to our delight, when we pulled over we realized it was the one and only Mr. C. He told us how he got lost on his run and couldn’t find his way back to good old ELHS. We picked him up and brought him to the beach with us. Altogether, our class created a docket for what we would do at the beach. First on the list we were going to have an artist from the beach delineate our class for Mr. C to keep forever and always.

On a normal school day three friends: Christeena, Samuel and Michael walked together to English class. They noticed that everyone was unusually loud. The class was creating such a cacophony that the three didn’t immediately realize that Mr. C was gone! It was such an aberration for him to not be present in class that nobody knew what to do. At first everybody appeared to be extremely frenetic, jumping and running around with fatuous excitement. To delineate the situation, is to describe pure chaos. There was absolutely no control over the class. At first, everybody was careless, feeling exonerated from doing any work in English class today, but when one stopped and gleaned what was happening he could see the gravity of the situation. The situation became exacerbated by the class’s negative outlook on where he could possibly be. What if he was trapped in some deep cave unable to call for help? Or did he experience some terrible calamity like betting all of his savings in a card game? Perhaps a depraved maniac kidnapped our English teacher!

So the class decided to take action upon this exigency and report him missing to the principal of the high school, Mr. Frecerro. After the students told him about Mr. C gone missing with a few exorbitant details, Mr. Frecerro made the conjecture that he was sick at home. Christeena said she thought we should visit him at his house to make sure he was okay. After a few minutes of debating with the principal to let us go, he finally acquiesced on allowing us to leave school for a short while. As we pulled up to his house, we all suddenly felt demure about knocking on his door. So we instead furtively snuck around to the back door. “It’s locked,” exclaimed Sam. The situation was full of more adversity. All of a sudden though Mike was nettled. He had the penchant for excitement, an excitement that led him to climb up to the window.