Milli Andrews tried her hardest to pay attention to the man in front of her, but it was hard. Mr. Akerman was probably the most boring teacher that she'd ever had. He was old and balding and talked in a monotone that grated on her nerves. His subject was history but he didn't really know it. He was always saying something, thinking better of it, and then going back and telling them something completely different. She didn't know why he wasn't just fired. She had asked her father once, who just happened to be the principal, but he'd said that Mr. Akerman was tenured and tenured teachers gave good ratings to the school and the school needed good ratings. It was all about the politics.
No one else was paying attention, either. No one ever really did in his class. Most teachers at Mystic Falls High School were fun and down to Earth and Milli really didn't mind listening to them. But Mr. Akerman was certainly not a student favorite. He was so into his lectures most of the time that he didn't even notice. Currently, he was lecturing on the Civil War. Milli tapped her pencil against the desk softly, biting the inside of her cheek.
"And that was how the battle was fought." Mr. Akerman said. He scribbled something down on the chalkboard and faced the class, wiping his hands on his jeans.