THE TEACHER ASKED, âWHY ARE YOU LATE AGAIN?â
The classroom was already quiet when the 15-year-old boy slowly walked through the door.
Everyone turned to look at him.
His teacher glanced at the clock, then looked back at him with a tired expression.
âWhy are you late again?â she asked.
The boy smiled innocently and stood beside his desk.
âMaâam, I was dreaming I was playing football⌠and I scored the winning goal!â
A few students giggled.
The teacher sighed.
âThatâs not an excuse for being late. You need to learn to be responsible.â
The boy nodded seriously.
âYes, Maâam. I understand.â
The teacher picked up her book and was about to continue the lesson when the boy suddenly grinned.
âBut, MaâamâŚâ
She looked at him.
âWhat?â
The boy shrugged and said,
âYou shouldâve seen how many people were watching.â
For a moment, the classroom was completely silent.
Then one student burst out laughing.
Another student covered his face with his hands.
Within seconds, the whole class was laughingâincluding the teacher, who tried very hard not to smile.
The teacher shook her head and said,
âSit down before you make yourself even later.â
The boy quickly sat down.
But as he opened his notebook, his friend leaned over and whispered,
âSo⌠did you at least win the game?â
The boy smiled proudly.
âOf course.â
His friend asked,
âBy how much?â
The boy paused and whispered,
âI donât know. The alarm clock woke me up before the final score.â
The entire row started laughing again.
Even the teacher couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Sometimes, being late isn’t because you don’t have an excuseâŚ
Sometimes, you just have a really good dreamâand apparently, a whole stadium full of imaginary fans waiting for you. đâ˝
