Leblouche's diary

4. Back to school (2)

It was a beautiful spring day, just four days before the start of my new professional adventure. I decided to treat myself to a little motorcycle ride through the neighborhood to unwind. As I was speeding through the streets, I saw a person with a familiar face, and for good reason, it was one of the employees I had met during my job interview at the office. Here's how our conversation went.

"Um, hello, we already saw each other at the office yesterday, do you recognize me?" I asked him with a smile.

"Ah yes, you are Mr. Leblouche, right? So, did you get the job?" he replied, looking at me curiously.

"Yes, I start Tuesday," I told him proudly.

We then started a little conversation, and I learned that his name was Mr. Piqueron. He told me he was moving into the same building as me and was just as excited about working together.

"I would love to work with you," I told him sincerely.

"Me too," he replied with a warm smile. After this unexpected encounter, I returned home, a little tired, but full of enthusiasm for this new stage of my life.

"Damn, I'm tired," I exclaimed as I sprawled out on the couch. "Hey! I didn't finish the paper yesterday," I reminded myself.

I went to get the diary from my desk and made myself comfortable on the sofa to continue reading.

"Later that day, I managed to get my hands on the names of all my teachers. Here is the full list:

- Mr. Duclos, French teacher

- Mr. Jones, English teacher

- Mr. Durant, history and geography teacher

- Ms. Chauvin, mathematics teacher

- Mr. Leroux, sports teacher

- Mr. Malfaisan, SVT teacher

- Ms. Dupont, physics-chemistry teacher

- Ms. Simon, plastic arts teacher

- Ms. Lopez, music education teacher

- Mr. Blanchard, technology teacher

- Ms. Fontvière, Spanish teacher

"Wait a minute, I had a teacher named Mr. Malfaisan*? *(wicked in french)" I exclaimed with amusement. I took a moment to chuckle before continuing down the list.

"I am happy to note that, with the exception of two teachers (Mr. Durant and Ms. Simon), I already know the others. They have not changed their habits or their teaching methods, which is rather reassuring.

And speaking of new things, I had the opportunity to get to know the new students. In the end, this day was rather quiet, apart from the somewhat boring speeches of the principal, Mr. Lamarre, and our supervisor, Mr. Picota. Like every year, they reminded us of the rules to respect in this "temple of education," as Mr. Picota likes to call it."

Finally, I reached the end of my journal dated September 5, 2004. I closed the journal with a smile, thinking about all the memories that had come back to me.

"Wow... all these good old memories. It was a good thing I came across this diary. Why put it away? I'm going to keep it with me. It's a real find!" I concluded, in good humor.