It's Not Braille!

Up until this year, I have been with the same group of guys for the last few years of school; Noah, Simon, Raiden and Merrick. In the last two years both Merrick and Raiden have moved schools and Simon, Noah and I definitely do not have as much fun anymore. In grade nine, the five of us had Mr. Schugraf as our math, science and mentor teacher and he was awesome. Mr. Schugraf was always very fun and easy-going, however, for a few weeks he was not himself. He got mad quicker and he seemed stressed but we continued to goof around regardless.

Usually in mentor, we would just talk and occasionally do some overdue work, but one day Mr. Schugraf made us actually read. Unfortunately for him, we were in an exceptionally goofy mood that day and that fact that we were restricted to just sit there and read, made for a deadly combination. We were constantly laughing and joking to one another, and Mr. Schugraf told us to stop several times already. What made us laugh until we made no sound at all was what happened next.

I was sitting at the far right of the classroom and Merrick and Noah was near the middle. I heard them laughing so I turned to look. Merrick was running his index finger over the page line by line with his face facing the ceiling. His mouth was open and he was making grunting noises. Soon, most of our group of friends had noticed and were starting to laugh.

The next thing I heard was Mr. Schugraf yell, "Is there a problem Merrick?"
Merrick replied with "It's... not...Braille!"
Then in the most enraged voice I have every heard Mr. Schugraf yelled "Get out!"

He then proceeded to, one by one, force us out of the classroom into the dean's office all the while keeping a straight face while we were laughing historically. It was probably the funniest thing I have ever been a part of.