The Math Teachers are Falling

This week happens to be state testing for sophomores, which is quite a bummer for them, but not being a sophomore means a bunch of my classes have been cancelled or rearranged.  It happens that my math class today met in a miniature lecture hall, whose cramped set up included five rows of seats, a few chalk boards, and a center table.  Math class is one of my favorite classes, partly because my teacher is a really wonderful and enthusiastic person, who is always smiling and happy and having fun.  We were talking about how to simplify 'yucky fractions' and my teacher outlining the 'legal moves'.  "Never ever divide fractions like this,"  she exclaims, flipping a difference of fractions that was in the denominator of the big fraction.  "It gives math teachers heart atta—"  CRASH.  She had fallen onto the floor.   Silence.  Soft laughter. "Are you okay?"  A few kids asked, trying to peer over the small table for a sign she was alright.  For a few seconds there is no response.  "I'm alright!"  She says, all chipper, though we still can't see her.  Then she jumps back up and continues class.  "It gives math teacher heart attacks!  See?  Never do that!"

Sachi