#Chapter 308 The Sound of Broken Glass

I struggled to maintain a cool head and thought of an appropriate joke to tell the class. Amy was the one to tell jokes. She told me hundreds all through grade school. Why couldn’t I think of one now? It didn’t matter if it was funny or not. Professor Barns would say it wasn’t as amusing as his, no matter what joke I told. “Well, we’re waiting, Miss Wilson,” Professor Barns said. I stood and faced him. “Respectfully, Professor Barns, I’m not doing it,” I said. “I’m here to learn, not to tell jokes. I’m sure there are others in this room who feel the same way.” There was a brief burst of applause that was quelled by Professor Barns shouting at me, “Sit down!” I did, and he gave me a last glare before returning to his podium. It was hard to concentrate for a while after the lecture began. Not all of the students were on my side. Many of them gave me cold stares and whispered behind their hands. I was very uncomfortable throughout the lesson, and I doubted I’d e