10 song challenge: Pumped up kicks [dubstep remix]- foster the people. don't know how it ended up like this. shhh it's one in the morning.
Most of the time, Professor Levi hated his job- dealing with hormone-ridden teenagers, working with pretentious co-workers, following the douchbag of a principal's orders, and worst of all: the seven-to-eight-possibly-nine hours of out-of-house employment. Deployment, more like. The work time allowed his house to accumulate far too much dust over this period, in Levi's opinion, thus making the position as English teacher that much more disrupting.
However.
Apart from hating just about every aspect of his life, himself, and his job ninety-five percent of the time, he has managed to take enjoyment in observing a particularly peculiar bunch of his pupils. And when he says observe, he is obviously speaking of those six kids eating lunch and recess beneath his office window every day, who disturb his Mumford and Sons rock-out session designed to keep away other faculty members.
They swear constantly, live in their own little world, and do not seem as 'hipster' as some of his students; and oh, how he despises those ones... Despite the inability to judge the six's maturity as their mood is in a constant cycle of happy-angsty-excited-tired-relaxed, their converging on Year Eight should point signs to no. He is sure that his thirteen year old self would get along well- he too pretended that he city was surrounded by mile high walls to protect the citizens from an attack of gigantic, man-eating people. For fun. Evidently –irritatingly– people like Levi had issues.
Levi surprises himself when he feels a tremulous disappointment on the days when there are no shrieks of laughter and obnoxious Japanese singing and the continuous denial of crushes. The weekly competitions of telling jokes around a one dollar coin, pretending it's worth a hundred. The off chance that only a pair of the teens show up; and rather than bitching about their classmates like he's heard countless others do, they talk quietly together-or that one time when the blonde boy and the dark-haired boy made out for the whole of lunch break.
One day, when the entire gang of four boys and two girls were gathered below his office window, when the sun was dulled by oercasting clouds and the joke-circle was going round and round, as was routine on Wednesdays, Levi may or may not have tipped a bucket full of potatoes out of his window. He couldn't make a statement, you know… OHS and all that jazz. From what he could hear, two began cackling, one went silent, one of the girls and the other boy screamed, and the other girl started eating them.
Occasionally, Professor Levi loved his job.