A teacher’s desk that lived in a classroom once felt very uncomfortable every time she had to go to the blackboard. “I’m scared that I will tell it all wrong”, she told the other school supplies and every time the teacher asked for volunteers, she shook with fear. Yet she was very studious, knowing more than anyone else in the classroom.

 Until the day when the unexpected happened: the school supplies arrived on time, only to hear that their teacher was ill and there was no one to replace her. “Why don’t we ask the desk to be teacher today?”, the rubber suggested with excitement. “Since she knows everything so well, she could lecture us today”, she added, and the rest of the school supplies agreed.

“I’m really sorry… I just can’t…”, the desk answered as soon as they asked her. “No way! You’ll be our teacher for the day!”, they insisted, even seeming to be having fun in the idea. “If… you… insist…”, she told them in the end, and went towards the blackboard.

“Math is first on the schedule”, the desk said and grabbed a piece of chalk as the other supplies placed bets on whether she would stand up to the challenge. She then started writing the multiplication table, only to make a very small mistake a couple of seconds later, for which the strict rubber scolded her: “You’ve got it all wrong!”. She then starting shaking with fear.

“It’s best if we moved on to the next lesson then…”, the desk said to justify herself and glanced at the schedule to see what followed. She then took a sponge, erased the numbers that were on the blackboard, and wrote words and complete sentences in their place. The other school supplies took the grammar book out from their bags.

“The mouse went up the clock”, wrote our good desk on the blackboard, only to forget the dot at the end of the sentence. “You’re the worst teacher ever, as you forget half of what you’re supposed to teach us”, the rubber told her then and she burst into tears to hear it.

“It’s maybe best if I stopped then…”, the desk said, yet the other school supplies wanting to hear nothing of it. After scolding the strict rubber, they calmed the desk down and asked her to keep going. “I don’t feel comfortable enough…”, she told them and to justify herself, added: “the only subject I feel comfortable with is the last one on the schedule for today, History”.