Pg.2
September 10, 2018
"Ok thank you Mary, now in the 90's what was the music they listened too?" Music history was a class I enjoyed but today something was off. The teacher with a usual peppy attitude seemed tired, his brown eyes usually bright and seemed dull as he looked at me awaiting my answer. "He knows I have no voice, correct?" With a faint sigh he shook his head. "Oh-" the teacher paused. "You can't-, I'm sorry I forgot if you didn't notice I'm not in the best of moods sorry about that." He spoke in sorrow as I gave a friendly smile. My sight may be limited but I could see that the teacher needed a smile today.
After a couple hours a loud static burst through the intercoms in the college followed by a voice. "Students of Wingston College classes will be canceled this coming week due to calcified information to do with the building and teachers-" she paused for a second a voice whispered something 'don't- more.' Something along those lines then she continued. "Anyway just so you know do not step foot on the school grounds till you are all notified that it's allowed, and class is now dismissed." A silence followed then a stern.
"Leave." With that the intercom shut off.
Voices of many tired middle aged students some younger some older came down the halls stepping out the room I looked back at teacher his tired baggy eyes scanned papers in his hands as he began to pack his bag at as well other walked out pushing him forward into the hall of others being six two was great at times but when your shy and don't want to be noticed as much this wasn't the best cup of tea to have before heading home.
