Perfect Class
The Perfect Class by Studbound He stood in front of the class and looked at them and was frankly revolted by what he saw. Nine students, eight boys and one girl. It was the last class of the day - the one he most dreaded. Small by any standard, there were only thirteen if all of them came, but that almost never happened. Attendance was unspeakably bad. Discipline was almost impossible to maintain. The students showed no interest at all in the mysteries of American History ...