Murakami's Annual Summer Festival

Haruhi stood at the front of the class with chalk in her hand and a tiny list of ideas behind her on the chalkboard. "Come on you guys, let's get motivated here!" She yelled to her classmates. She felt like she was the only one trying to come up with ideas, it looked as uf half her class was falling asleep.
"So we have Coffee shop, japanese style tea party, and a theatrical play as ideas right now, come on we have to think up of something that'll surely beat the other classes."


[since this thread is open you may post to be a part of this classroom or a different classroom and try to rival this one. Your choice. follow the rules and have fun.]

Kale sat at the classroom, he wanted to help the class, but could not think of any good ideas to help. He felt bad that he couldn't help, he looked around and saw loads of people had just dosed off, and the rest didn't care at all. He felt bad for the cute girl at the front who was trying to get the class involved. He felt the all to familiar sensation of a paper aeroplane hitting the back of his head, he made sure he wasn't being looked at, then bent over and read the insulting message on the paper. It was signed by Brice, of course it was. He wanted to throw it back at him, but held himself back and looked back at the front.