My Entire Class Was Summoned To Another World

Okay, so picture this: Monday morning. History class. Mr. Henderson droning on about the French Revolution.

Suddenly, BAM! We're all standing in a field. A very, very weird field.

Another World Woes

Turns out, some ancient prophecy needed fulfilling. Apparently, my history class was the chosen one. I know, right? Talk about a pop quiz.

Everyone freaked out, obviously. Except for Chad. Chad was weirdly into it.

Look, I get it. New world. Magical swords. Giant spiders. But Chad took it too far. He immediately declared himself "Chad the Conqueror".

No one voted for him! And his leadership skills? Nonexistent. Mostly just yelling and flexing.

Honestly, I think the local goblins were more organized.

The princess, Aeliana, kept trying to explain the actual problem. A dark lord. A cursed amulet. The usual stuff.

But Chad just kept interrupting. Offering her protein shakes. Suggesting workout routines. Ugh.

They wanted us to learn magic. Cool, right? Wrong.

Imagine trying to concentrate on spellcasting with Sarah's chronic allergies. Every time she sneezed, someone turned into a gerbil.

And don't even get me started on the potion-making class. Literal explosions everywhere. Mr. Henderson would have lost it.

Plus, the uniforms were itchy. And the wands kept getting misplaced. It was basically high school with more glitter and potential for bodily harm.

Everyone was obsessed with showing off their phones. Taking selfies with dragons. Live-streaming goblin battles.

The battery life was atrocious. And the signal? Forget about it. "But think of the content!" They'd shriek.

Honestly, I missed books. And comfortable chairs. And reliable Wi-Fi, obviously.

Eventually, we sort of…solved the prophecy thing. Mostly by accident.

Maria, who always aced history tests, remembered some obscure detail about the dark lord's weakness. Who knew that would be useful?

Mr. Henderson tried to give us extra credit for saving the world. I am not kidding.

Like, seriously? We almost died multiple times. The least he could do is just give us an A.

But noooo. He had to make it a "learning opportunity".

Then, poof! We were back in the classroom. Mr. Henderson was still talking about the French Revolution.

Everyone was traumatized. Or, you know, excited to update their TikToks.

And Chad? He's still convinced he's destined for greatness. Now he runs a "fitness and fantasy" blog. I'm not linking it.

So yeah, that's the story of how my history class got summoned to another world. Would I do it again? Probably not. Unless they upgrade the Wi-Fi.