When i think of my past life, most precisely my childhood that got me suffering so much because of two adults unable to love each others correctly, and the times when i wished to be dead instead of hearing them yelling & slamming doors, breaking things and cursing their lives, i just feel like apologizing now to my inner child , whom no body gives a damn about, he owes us an apology.
I am no longer living in my past, not anymore
Maybe two years ago, i did fall onto this tricky mind game, now i am doing my best to stay focused on the present moment even though my mundane life is not even close to -fine- , repeated tasks.
Same routine every day, my heart is craving some adventures.
Today, is Monday a typical day in France.
In days like that i usually wake up a bit earlier, so i can attend classes at the exact timing, avoiding to appear indecent.
Where i work, is pretty crowded and filled with - intellectuals - i dont really like it there, but i wanted to teach in "la Sorbonne-Paris " university, since i am that good at teaching ’’la philosophie et L'Art" .
Teachers there ,are all old in a Boring way, it sounds like i am the only young man but i dont think a 35 years old is that young? I am aging but charmingly .
What a good affirmation to start my day with.
It only takes me 30mins driving to where i work, but it feels like i be driving miles & miles , France is so bewitching i cannot just walk through it without taking my time to admire its beauty and take some pictures so i can post later on my ig feed, yes i am this MODERN.
"L'amphithéâtre" gives me anxiety and stress the shit out of me, just seeing it reminded me of a very bad childhood memory ...
I was just next to the classroom's door leaning my back on the wall, holding my beige cap , staring at the amphitheater which was just infront of that classroom, in the middle of the thoughts i was dealing with, a very soft voice murmured just behind my back :
- B- Bonj Bonjour , Êtes vous Le nouveau Professeur De philosophie?
As i turned my back to see whos the owner of such voice, she already interrupted my attempt and turned around to finally face me.
- Bonjour Demoiselle, Et oui c'est moi!
she was so short and small, where i couldn't even see her features, i felt like i intimidated her with my hugeness & height.
- The classroom was crowded, it seems like la France Entière was present to witness my way of teaching such modules.
I could read the intelligence of my students on their daring faces, i just loved the energy they gave me.
Being surrounded by youthful souls caused me a sort of change, it helped me to let go of the boredom i was feeling for months, i finally broke the cycle.
ALORS,ALORS, FAITES ATTENTION, JE SUIS VOTRE PROFESSEUR, j'espère bien que nous allons passer des bons moments ensemble. I said without hesitation .
A voice replied : Avec plaisir Monsieur, nous somme à votre position aussi!
I thanked him with a smile.
As i turned to open the window, i heard another voice murmuring : "damn, he is so pretty, how could someone be this HOT? too much."
Her friend replied : "girl, Tais toi, he would hear you..BUT honestly i badly wanna know his name "
I heard the two of them, especially the first one, cause i could recognize her voice, she was the same thin fragile girl,i talked to minutes ago...
I opened the window then i turned to them.
- You can call me André , thats my name.
I did not want to make them feel embarrassed but i failed.
They smiled at me in a weirdly way, i did too. We both knew what was happening but we weren't able to define the sensation .
Sir, whats your full name? Another voice cried
I think i have found an excellent philosophical question to debate about, do you really think that my full name would give you a vision of whom i truly am? Does A N D R È make any sense to you guys? Come on, lets start our first debate
The silence was all over, they appeared so astonished & Amazed by the way i invented a thing from nothing... thats how philosophy works je pense.
OKEY, lets just leave this for tomorrow, here is the thing, each and every one of you must write an essay , convincing me that ( the name you own does really suit you in some aspects of your life ) .
C EST TOUT? A guy happily said
ABSOLUMENT , i answered.
You can go now, Allez À Bientôt ,Bonne journée.
Bonne journée Monsieur André .
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