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Post by trinidadsatchel on Dec 24, 2010 2:03:17 GMT -5
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One could say that the twenty-two year old appeared more like a student than a teacher. She had the glow of youth. Long, black hair framed her elegantly-shaped features. She usually wore clothing that barely met the dress code. She wasn't afraid to show off her figure. Some could mistake her for being a slut, but she hardly minded what others thought. As a matter of fact, she didn't care at all.
Well, now the teacher could be found sitting upon the ground with her face tilted towards the sky. She was in her planning period. One would normally eat during this period, but she never ate during school hours. She had an odd way of doing things. Well, odd was an understatement. She watched the students converse with one another every so often to keep an eye on them but otherwise, she remained like a statue. Every so often, she would rub her temple and yawn.
She had another habit that most would disapprove of. She tended to party on school nights. She payed the consequences the next day, but she never let it effect her performance. When she got home, she crashed and slept it off. A quiet yawn left her lips. She had to figure out some way to capture students within the clutches of her class. Teaching anthropology was hard enough as it is.
When the students have no interest for it or don't pay attention, it became even harder for her to cope with. She rubbed her eyes and released another yawn. She usually doesn't yawn so much, but she had shifted several times last night when she was unable to sleep. She ran tremulous fingers through her hair and yawned yet again. Strain tweaks at her features for a moment or so. I wish I had a student assistant.. She mused silently and nibbled on the pad of her thumb.
She debated on throwing a miniature party for her class. It's not like she didn't have the funds to do so. A sigh escaped her lips. She wasn't a bad teacher. She was far from it, actually. Sniffing softly, she stretches out her legs and adjusts her sunglasses. Her students hardly seemed to realize it, though.
She shivered at the thought of it. It's not as if she tried to get on the nerves of her students. She tried to make them as happy as she could so they'd be more productive. She yawned and stretched her arms over her head. She decided to go for a run when she got home. She would also have to cook her dinner. Oh well..
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