I started teaching at the local church. Erik taught me French. (If I ever type Erika, It's because that is my best friends girlfriend and we all ways talk about her lol so Ya. Sorry if I do!) I'm a school teacher. I teach 8th graders. Or they would be in my time. They are incredibly smart mouthed! I love it though! They are a lot of fun. And you know how you have like at least 1 nerd in every class? I don't have one. So I can't make fun of them unfortunately… I talked Erik about it and he just laughed at me and told me that I was too mean. This is what happened my first day.
I was, of course, running late. Erik forgot to wake me up when he got up. He doesn't make that mistake any more! Luckily I woke myself up 30 minutes after I was supposed to. I was running all over the house trying to find this or that. I ended up grabbing the cat instead of my hat and then stepped on the dog's tail. What is it going to be like when I have a kid? Any way, I ran out the door with the cat and Erik had to grab me and pry the cat out of my fingers. I ran all the way to the church and found that I was perfectly on time which made me very happy. I walked in the door and found 25 kids in front of me. They were sitting up perfectly straight with there knuckles laced together on top of their books. They were all wearing the same uniform and all had their hair gelled back with what looked like clear paste. The other thing I noticed was that there were no girls. All of the little angels were boys. I looked around, and sat down at my desk and wrote my name on the board.
"Hello class! My name is Mrs. Butler. (I don't know his last name! We'll call him Mr. Erik Butler Lol)."
"Good morning Mrs. Butler." The class echoed back. I stood there looking at them blankly. What weird children. They were perfect! I sat down and asked them to tell me there names and there favorite thing to do when they were away from school. The first little boy stood up and recited,
"My name is Richard Polansco. I enjoy reading and arithmetic." He sat down and the next boy stood up.
"My name is Ferando Leretand. I enjoy writing and reading." That's when I stopped them.
"What did your last teacher do to you?" This class looked at me with puzzled looks. "You guys are way to perfect." I pointed at the first boy, "Richard, I know you don't like to read and do math with your free time! I see you running around the streets with your friends just about every day! And you, Ferando, You are the one that enjoys picking lemons off the trees and throwing them from the top of the opera house onto the passersby! Don't worry, I do that too!" I strolled across the room and stood up on one of the empty desk and said, "My name is Cosset Butler! I enjoy playing with my dog Lilly and terrorizing the well known Christine Daae!" I then jumped off the desk and onto the floor. The class looked at me like I was insane, which I am… "Okay, let's try this again. Let's start with you Bob." I pointed to a blonde boy.
"My name isn't Bob."
"I'm terribly sorry. Please tell us what your name really is."
"Tony. I like to take dogs for walks and spy on the girls!" I looked at him with my look and then he looked away sheepishly. Not before the other boys began laughing and nodding there heads.
"Alright class!" They immediately jumped back into there perfect positions. "If I ever see you guys wearing gel like this in your hair again, or cloths like this, I will smack you with a ruler! And Richard, quit trying to hide that note!" I grabbed it and handed it to Ferando, who he was obviously trying to pass it too. "Quit being so silent! Talk a little bit!" I then grabbed my book and started writing the numbers 1-25 on the chalk board.
"Excuse me maam?"
"Yes…?" I trailed off to show that I did not know his name.
"Jeffrey, Madam. I was just wondering, what are the numbers for?"
"I am going to let all of you come up and write one question on the bored and then, I am going to answer them truthfully."
"What kind of questions?"
"Anything about me that you would like to know as long as it is appropriate!" I then continued writing the numbers. They were completely silent so I turned around. They were all staring intently at the clock.
"Is it time to go already?"
"Yes!", replied a boy that had red hair. "We come back in three hours though!"
"Oh! I see! And what might your name be?"
"Kyle!"
"Well hello kyle! I would like you all to pin a piece of paper to the front of your shirt saying you name. Thank you class! You may leave!"
"But we still have ten minutes!"
"Why should I hold you here when I have nothing to teach you?"
"All the other teachers did!"
"Well I find that silly. You may leave!"
