Awkward...

This blog goes out to all my 8th Period English classmates, who remember that really awkward moment we all shared in class on Friday.  To refresh your memory, Ms. Serensky had to leave class ten minutes early, something she told us about at the beginning of the class period.  It didn't seem like it would be a big deal, at least not to me.  So the clocked ticked by, our discussion wore on, and around 2:35, Mr. Rydquist and his seasonally appropriate beard slid open the door and sat among us in order to tend to the supervisor duties that would be required in five minutes once Ms. Serensky left.  We kept on talking as we usually do, despite the fact that she was now up and putting together her belongings, getting ready to leave for the day as well as the break, not to come back until next year.  And maybe that's what made those few ensuing seconds so awkward.  Because as she put her coat on, picked up her stuff, and proceeded to walk towards the door, the particular student who had been talking finished making their point, and a silence loomed over the room.  With no one bold enough to start up another comment and continue conversation, everyone in the room had nothing to do but beam their eyes at the back of Ms. Serensky's bad back as she slowly walked towards the door.  Recognizing this momentary lapse in speech, and it's awkward implications, Ms. Serensky reached the door and turned to look at us one last time.  With nothing to do, all of us just let out a few awkward chuckles as she wished us one last "happy holidays."  Upon recognizing the awkwardness of this moment and consequently recalling our recent conversation in class about the substitute, primarily Ms. Serensky's faith in us to carry out a conversation sans adult supervision, I sarcastically exclaimed "Let the party begin!" just before she closed the door.  My verbally ironic (<--term) humor was met with resounding chuckles, even though deep down I'm pretty sure we all wanted what I detailed in my last blog to materialize.  But don't worry Ms. Serensky, whenever you read this, because it turns out you were right.  Conversation continued as normal with the silent watch of our merry guidance counselor, right up until 2:48 when you instructed us to grab a school news paper.  We all are good kids, and I highly doubt that if any other class was given similar circumstances, mayhem would have resulted.