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Chapter VII: A Good Start of the School Year

            I was already in grade nine. I was wondering if Sir James will still be our English teacher. He is great. He had really proven to me that he really deserved being the Cum Laude of his class when he graduated college. He is also friendly. Oftentimes, my classmates see him as a colleague and not as a teacher. Sometimes, they were being impolite to him which really makes my blood boil. I went to the Information counter to get my schedule. “Name?” asked the old lady in the info booth. “Aubrey Maxine R. Stewart.” I responded. “Grade?” the old lady asked me again. “Nine.” I quickly replied. “Can she never get more approachable?” I thought to myself as I took my schedule from her. “Section two. 7:00-8:00am; Math; Mrs. Castro/ 8:00-9:00am; Computer; Mrs. Gardon.” “Mrs. Gardon? What a name?” I muttered under my breath with a laugh. “9:00-10:00am; Chemistry; Mrs. Carter/ 10:00-10:15am; Break/ 10:15-11:15am; English; Mr. McCartney.” my eyes grew wider when I saw his name on my schedule. “I bet this school year is gonna be great!” I thought to myself while staring at his name. “11:15am-12:15pm; MAPEH; Mrs. Sanders/ 12:15-12:45; Break/ 12:45-1:45pm; History; Mrs. Adams/ 1:45-2:45pm; Foreign Language; Ms. Austin/ 2:45-3:45pm; Physics; Mr. Parker”. My schedule was quite similar to last year. It will be fine. A small smile began to form on my face as I folded my schedule, put it in my bag and went to our classroom.

            I spent most of my time thinking about him. I never noticed that it was already our first break time. Time really flies by so fast when you are busy doing things or THINKING about things or people. “After this break, you will be able to see him. Calm down Aubrey, just a few more minutes.” I thought to myself as I drink my water. At last, the bell rang. It’s English time! I focused my eyes on the doorway, waiting for him to come in. After a few minutes, he entered the room. He was wearing a yellow green polo, forest green pants, and black shoes. It is the school’s faculty uniform. He looked pretty formal in it except for his hair. It was so long which made him look like a formal stand-by person at the corner of the street. I was used to the way his hair was cut last school year.  He also follows the school’s required hair cut for boys. “Nah! Never mind his hair. It won’t change my feelings for him. I still love him.” I uttered to myself. Luckily, no one heard me. He was explaining all the changes that we’ll experience for that year; more works, more fun. He is known for being close to his students. He bonds with us. Our time with him was spent exchanging experiences from our summer vacation. I shared nothing. I didn’t want to share what I’d done because all I did was to think of him. I know it was a stupid thing to do, but I can’t control it. I was and am still madly, crazily in love with him.