Mr. Gardner

I don't wanna play no games

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After we established how tomorrow was going to look like, Ewan thankfully moved on to go do whatever other tasks he had at hand. Even though he was gone, I still had a pit feeling in my throat. I was constantly thinking about being in Italy, and not about what had to be done beforehand. Now that I'd be sharing a car ride with Mr. Goddard, I started thinking about everything and anything that had to happen before the actual landing of the plane.

For one, we have the ride to the airport, then we have the actual waiting to get on the plane... Dear Lord, I hope he chooses to leave then, I don't wanna be a witness to his and Mr. Gardner's awkward banter again.

The only thing that was somewhat helping me push past all this was the actual vacation itself, I knew it would be worth it once landed and we leave the plane.

During the rest of class, Mr. Gardner went over some previous points and just did an overall refresher of what we'd done the past week. The closer the trip date came, the less work that was being given. He managed to organize the workflow so we could focus on the time in Italy than be struggling with loads of assignments. He did mention we would have to participate in all his plans that are booked to receive full marks, but other than that, it sounded like it was going to be a pretty good time.

When the end of the class grew near, everyone's side conversation grew louder. Girls were back discussing their plans for the trip and the boys were snickering about something that was on one of their phone screens. I scribbled random things on the corner of the paper, occasionally going over already written words to make them darker. It wasn't needed, but I was stuck in deep thought to even realize the words were becoming unreadable.

Tomorrow was exciting, we finally got to board the plane and fly over to Italy, but it really started to set in on what that meant. For one, the whole process of getting there, but the more I thought about it, I've come to realize I've never actually been on a plane before. My non-existent anxiety for that part slowly became visible as I jittered my foot up and down off the floor. My knee began to bounce and I was taking longer breaths than before. Not only would we be on a plane for hours, but I'd most likely be sat beside one of the boys, or worse, one of the girls the whole flight.

Ever since we were emailed our tickets, I never bothered to ask who got what, it didn't really matter before who I'd be sitting next to but now... I'm realizing it could easily be beside Ms. Cohen.

As I began to overthink the situation, I practically bit down onto my tongue to stop myself from feeling sick. I pulled myself out of the haze and saw how dark I made the writing on my paper. I pulled back my push pencil and set it down on the edge of the desk then let out a tired breath. Looking over to my right, the boys now silently scrolled on their devices and the girls huddled closer in a circle as they grew quiet with their words. Probably trying to plan their secret plan of dipping from the hotel.

When I pulled my attention away from the two separate groups, I looked over to Mr. Gardner, who like always, was sat at his desk typing away.

I loved watching how he managed to sit with rather good posture. His shoulders usually aligned well as he typed long sentences without having to look down to the keyboard. I especially loved when he'd rest his elbow against the desk and rest his pointer and middle finger against his cheek; his eyes panning left and right as he re-read what he'd just wrote. The most beautiful thing though was how the screen light up just enough that it revealed how long his lashes were.