essay on old teacher
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I was in school, in class and my eyes were drooping. I didn't know what to do. All night I was looking up for some kind of clue of who the guy was talking about or who he could be. I looked for anything similar to those letters, syllables and got nothing. I placed my head down on the desk hoping the teacher wouldn't bother me because I was the daughter of Hercule Satan.
I was half listening to what she was saying.
"And I'm sure you guys know that I'm retiring soon,…like tomorrow…"
Yea, whatever she knows that she got fired because of the budget cuts. "So you'll have a new teacher tomorrow. I think his name is Mr…" she started rummaging through some papers. "Ginah, Gohax, Gonah, Nohga…something like that I'm sure he'll tell you when he gets here tomorrow, but…excuse me, Ms. Videl, are you sleeping in my classroom?"
"No, I'm checking for holes in my eyelids," I said sluggishly. I could hear other people snicker in the background but I wasn't trying to be funny.