Mr. Grace was the best in the biz. At least, that’s what he liked to think. He cracked jokes, he made classes more interaction than lecture, he didn’t assign too much homework… Most of the other teachers liked him, but others thought he was weird for whatever reason. Yada yada, his head was in the clouds… But he made a dang good science teacher, and they knew it. (They were just jealous, he was sure.)

His classroom fit about twenty students, a whiteboard on the front wall with a solar system model hanging above it. Posters covered the walls of planets, atoms, the periodic table, and at least one meme he’d printed out and laminated like it belonged in a museum. A shelf near the back held an assortment of oddities: a half-functional microscope, a jar of something questionable labeled “do not open (seriously)”, and a stack of old textbooks he swore he’d “totally use someday.”

Surprisingly, he kept his desk relatively clear. A cup for pencils, his laptop and mouse pad, his metal water bottle, a bowl full of random knick-knacks and oddities. Most notably, an Earth hackysack, which was made of lava (if you know, you know).

He tried to keep his classroom as decorated as he could, because a boring classroom meant a boring class!