First Day of School
Me waking up this early in the morning is an amazing feat. I wonder what possesed me to become a teacher in the place I hated most? DOnimo High I guess has a way of sucking back the trouble makers. Or is it just me?
Yeah, it is just me.
I turn off the water from the shower head and dry myself off. I look like the living dead.
I get dressed. I will say one thing about teaching, you don't have to wear stupid school uniform.
When I stepped out of my room the fresh smell of coffe greets me.
"Morning Sis," I grumble to Isis.
Isis looks at me," I still don't think you will make it a day in that high school."
She takes a sip of her coffee and then pours me one.
"THanks," I groan streatching.
She smiles at me.
"What?" I ask.
"Too early in the morning for you to be a smart-ass?"
"Something like that."
Isis looks at me,"You just need a swift kick in the ass. Drink your coffee."
After I finished my coffe I was one of the first teachers at the school.
Room number 204 is mine. This room brings back memmories. I must have retired old Rapshac. We did not like eachother to put it mildly. I sat in the corner by the window. Might as well make this room more comfortable.
"Of all the students to pass through my classroom," Ms. Mason, math, comments," There is one that I do not miss."
Rapshac's melodious voice echos through the halls,"There is one student that the mere mention of his name will change your mind."
Coach Poole remarks,"Who would that be?"
"That Ishtar."
"Malik has a strong sense of individuallity," Ms.Mason comments.
"Viola," Rapshac comments," Be glad you did not have to deal with him."
"Why?" I hear a new voice ask.
Coach Poole says," He is not as bad as you make him out to be. You just have to earn his respect."
"That little punk does not know the meaning of the word. I was partying when we got rid of him" Rapshac comments
I had to comment on this. I put down my papers and turn around.
"Is that how you really feel about me?" I ask," I thought you hated me, I had no idea you love me!"
"Please don't tell me," Rapshac froze in his shoes, "Anyone but HIM!"
Poole greets me," You are the new teacher this year?"
"Yep," I reply," I am afraid so."
Rapshac, pissed off, goes into his room and shuts the door. He is close. I will have fun giving him hell.
I finish preparing for class as the bell rings.
I have no idea where this hair came out of. I just know that it seemed like a really cool idea at the time.
Me waking up this early in the morning is an amazing feat. I wonder what possesed me to become a teacher in the place I hated most? DOnimo High I guess has a way of sucking back the trouble makers. Or is it just me?
Yeah, it is just me.
I turn off the water from the shower head and dry myself off. I look like the living dead.
I get dressed. I will say one thing about teaching, you don't have to wear stupid school uniform.
When I stepped out of my room the fresh smell of coffe greets me.
"Morning Sis," I grumble to Isis.
Isis looks at me," I still don't think you will make it a day in that high school."
She takes a sip of her coffee and then pours me one.
"THanks," I groan streatching.
She smiles at me.
"What?" I ask.
"Too early in the morning for you to be a smart-ass?"
"Something like that."
Isis looks at me,"You just need a swift kick in the ass. Drink your coffee."
After I finished my coffe I was one of the first teachers at the school.
Room number 204 is mine. This room brings back memmories. I must have retired old Rapshac. We did not like eachother to put it mildly. I sat in the corner by the window. Might as well make this room more comfortable.
"Of all the students to pass through my classroom," Ms. Mason, math, comments," There is one that I do not miss."
Rapshac's melodious voice echos through the halls,"There is one student that the mere mention of his name will change your mind."
Coach Poole remarks,"Who would that be?"
"That Ishtar."
"Malik has a strong sense of individuallity," Ms.Mason comments.
"Viola," Rapshac comments," Be glad you did not have to deal with him."
"Why?" I hear a new voice ask.
Coach Poole says," He is not as bad as you make him out to be. You just have to earn his respect."
"That little punk does not know the meaning of the word. I was partying when we got rid of him" Rapshac comments
I had to comment on this. I put down my papers and turn around.
"Is that how you really feel about me?" I ask," I thought you hated me, I had no idea you love me!"
"Please don't tell me," Rapshac froze in his shoes, "Anyone but HIM!"
Poole greets me," You are the new teacher this year?"
"Yep," I reply," I am afraid so."
Rapshac, pissed off, goes into his room and shuts the door. He is close. I will have fun giving him hell.
I finish preparing for class as the bell rings.
I have no idea where this hair came out of. I just know that it seemed like a really cool idea at the time.