Teacher Vs. Teacher \\ H.S. - English Translation

3. Do You Want Me (Dead)?

"And how you walk around like you shine brighter

It's killing me

So what do you say?

Do you want me

Or do you want me dead?"

Wednesday, 23rd April 2015

"QUIETT!!!" I scream, for the third time, but nobody is listening. "Please guys, just stop!"

I slammed in my chair, powerless and massaging my temples. I took off my glasses and put them on the desk, on my register. The students kept throwing pens and pieces of paper at each other.

"Evans and Styles are sitting in a tree. Until Mrs Evans's nerves go BOOM!" I heard Austin, one of my students, singing.

I closed my eyes, it was useless to scream again. I chose to open the register but no one noticed me. I stood up, hitting hard the desk with the heel of my shoe. Right now I have a really bad headache and the students seem to don't care that a teacher is standing right in front of them, yelling. The classroom door suddenly opens and the class gets quiet. If the principal just entered that door, I can say goodbye to my file register in the inspection.

"What's happening here? There are hours in the whole school!"

I sighed when I heard the most annoying voice possible, then I turned to Harry.

"Are you okay?" He asked, closing the marker in his hand. He was probably teaching something and got distracted by the noise in here.

"Yes, I ... AH! I can't understand what you're doing and they listen to you! I yelled at him, without looking at the students.

"Everybody, open your books and solve some exercises. When I'll return, I'll check." Harry said, threatening them with his index finger.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me after him, outside the classroom. We crossed the hallway saying anything and entered the chancellery. I sat down in my chair, while Harry sat in his, looking at me seriously.

"Why don't you impose?"

"But I do". I complain. "I really do. I screamed, I tried to open the register but no one noticed me! What the hell are you doing? Just because you are 15 centimeters taller and have muscles, they listen to you? You're always the favorite but I do exactly the same thing as you. I teach the math you are teaching too!"

"Calm down." He said.

He leaned across the table after a briefcase and took out some pills. He handed them to me and I took one. It was an Aspirin. He got up and crossed the chancellery to a jukebox then returned with a glass of water. I swallowed the pill and massaged my nose with two fingers. Harry sat back down in his chair and handed me some papers.

"Here. There are some short tests so you can give them to the students when they're noisy. The marks will be right in the register and that's it. And look, I'll give you something else."

He opened the black briefcase again and rummage through it for a red cord or something.

"A reed pipe. That really helped me last year. If you can not impose to your students, the reed pipe will do it for you."

"Don't you need it?"

"I learned to whistle with two fingers. See?" He said and then whistled twice.

If I hadn't been in school, I'd probably have done the same thing but I just took the reed pipe from Harry.

"Why are you helping me, Styles? We are in competition. In addition, I wouldn't help you unless the principal would ask me to do it, or possibly the police." I said.