Ch. 3
"Shit." waking up out of the daze from last night, I could barely move, let alone think. "God, I am never staying up late again." The feeling of
hammers, pounding away at my head could scarcely describe the headache I was suffering from. I barely even drank anything,whelp thems the
breaks. After dragging myself through a shower, breakfast, and clothing I felt absolutely prepared to take on the day. Like most people, I think
that mornings and school are a pretty shit combination. Yet the main problem is that I'm twenty something years old, and I have to teach at
these damned prisons. Most wouldn't mind, "it's your job", "it's fine", well those people can go fuck themselves. I get up at maybe five o'clock
every morning, drag myself through a half-hour of traffic, speak to my shitty co-workers, then I have to try and communicate with a bunch of
shits that are only a couple of years younger than me, when most of them don't even care. Damnit. It's even worse that i'm a teachers trainee.
I'm still trying to get my teaching license and I already hate these damn kids. And don't even get me started on the pay. Maybe I should have
joined the navy or something. Anyways, I teach history in high school #324, because i'm serious, all these schools look exactly the same. So
after a drive to the school, I opened the door to instantly be lost to the crowd of students. These children obviously know nothing of order or
control. After kicking, punching, and biting my way through the halls, I was finally able to make my way to the teachers lounge. Plopping down
into a seat and indulging myself in the heavenly currency that is coffee, I swear i'm addicted to the shit, I spoke to the main teacher of the
class that I, defiantly, helped at. The teacher was a short man with an abnormally long nose, yeah there's no joke there, that's just awesome.
"So, how was the weekend?" he asked trying to stir up a conversation "Deplorable." I was still tired, don't expect Shakespeare this early. "You
children need to go easy on yourselves, soon you'll be my age and there will be no saving you." I sniggered before I made my remark "Look
teach, I don't think anyone could be as old as you." his response was quick "True, but that doesn't detract from the point." as I refilled my third
or fourth cup of coffee the first hour class bell rang. "Well to the feeding frenzy we go." the teacher laughed "yes, quite." As we reached the
classroom the teacher told me that I would be taking over for the class today. Great, now I can get this over with. Walking into the classroom, I
already felt faint. The kids were already dicking around and I couldn't stand it. The teach was able to settle down the children enough to make
the announcement that I would be leading the class today. "Well kids, today we will be talking about Joan of Arc. Please open your textbooks to
page 185." The kids flipped open their textbooks and stared at me blankly. "Well, I had a lesson plan, but forget it. You guys want to be treated
like adults, right?" I saw confused faces and slow nods "Well good, cause i'm going to teach you like adults." the teach stared silently, no inkling
of judgment, joy, or anger on his face. Just a blank expression. "Joan of Arc was crazy, she believed that god had told her to lead the french in
the hundred years war." I continued "After god had commanded her to lead the french, she went to the king to tell him of her vision, now after
speaking to the king, most of the palace wanted to have her declared bat-shit insane." that got a few laughs out of the class "But not because
she was speaking to voices in her head, but because she was a woman." "A woman leading the troops, egads" the class was way freaked out
but I didn't care I was on a roll now. "But the king thought "Man this is radical" and let her lead their armies to battle." after taking a breath I
continued "After winning a few battles she was, shocker, captured by the Burgundians and sold to the English. She was tried and burned at the
stake for heresy." I looked around "Now are their any questions?" a kid timidly raised his hand "Yes, you." he spoke slowly "So, why exactly did
the king let her lead?" my response was quick "Well to my understanding, the french were getting stomped so hard he saw no harm in letting
her lead." I scanned the class again "Well, anyone else?" nobody raised their hands. "Good, your homework for today is to write, film, or draw
some sort of reinterpretation of Joan of Arc, It can be whatever you want." As the class slowly got to work, I sat down and relaxed. The teach
began talking to me. "So how did it feel?" I thought about it "It felt good" he stared at me for awhile "You're dismissed, go ahead and take the
day off." I nodded my head and slowly walked out of the class. I didn't really know why I had blown up back there. I think that maybe I had
finally just had enough of children taking advantage of me. Maybe I was just letting off some steam. Who knows? I decided to walk around a bit
before I drove home. As I walk I passed by The Garage. The Garage is a popular venue for bands, it's where Social Suicide got its start. I walked
in.