My Exploding Cat

Just stories and drawings really, no actual fissile felines.

Chapter 2

Lila showed up next day at second grade, going into the classroom. Mrs. Jolt’s classroom always did English work first. Lila liked English, because it helped her read, and sometimes the teacher would read a chapter or two of a book to her. Lila was still adapting to chapter books, but she thought they were more in-depth than a book you could read in five minutes. She sat at her desk, and listened intently to Mrs. Jolt read a poem about a willow tree. She, personally, thought such things were  interesting. But Lila had a lot of opinions, and not all of them mattered to everyone else, she knew. Jane, her friend, thought that trees were trees, not poems.

Mrs. Jolt passed out worksheets. Lila started working. All of the questions seemed even easier than before, and Lila thought, “Is she just giving us a break or…” At that time, Lila didn’t know what else it could be. She wrote the last few letters on her paper, edited it and looked at the clock. Still thirty minutes left, and Lila’s paper was done. All the other students were still looking down at their papers. Still working.
But Lila was done. It was normal for her to finish the English in-class worksheets first. But thirty minutes?! This was strange, even for her. The worksheet was supposed to take up the rest of English time. What happened? Oh well, whatever.
Up next was Science time. She didn’t like Science a lot, but she liked it better than Math.
Science was cool, but Math class was boring. Lila liked watching and imagining, and in Math there was nothing to look at or imagine except maybe watching Mrs. Jolt write subtraction problems on the board. She had tried this, and found it boring. Lila had also tried reading the math books, since she liked reading. The math books were not only nonfiction (as a second grader, Lila thought that nonfiction was the most boring thing in the world), but they were even more boring, because there wasn’t a hint of excitement in them.
Other than that, even Lila’s vivid imagination couldn’t think of an interesting story about numbers. That would be lame.

After watching Mrs. Jolt do an experiment, explain it, and point out that one potted flower, which sat in some sunshine near the windowsill, had grown more than the one in the dark corner. She then proceeded to explain the basics of photosynthesis, and added that nobody had to completely understand this to pass, since everyone was still young to fully understand.
A collective sigh went around the room. Lila was glad that nobody would have to do any projects on it. She had seen many puzzled looks in the room. She grudgingly went through the rest of her subjects, trapped in class… sigh. But somehow she seemed better at everything.
Somehow.

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