A Teachers Principle

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     Authors Note: Hey my dear readers! I hope you guys like this! This is just the first chapter so it might be a tad boring because it's introducing everything, but either way, I wish that you enjoy it! I'm just testing this story out for now to see what your reactions will be, so don't be afraid to tell me what you think! Enjoy! Happy Readings! XD

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A Teachers Principle: Chapter One  

     I blushed profusely as they stared at me in wonder and mischief. The evil glints that shimmered in their eyes made me tense up, my back straight as I remembered this was my class room and needed to take authority.

    “Alright!” I went to the desk and grabbed the syllabus and began passing them out. “I’m Miss Syral, but you can actually call me Miss S if you prefer. I know it’s your first day and you are just bouncing to get out of here, but chillax guys. This is only home economics. Each marking period we will doing different things. The syllabus explains what requirements there are. To put it simply, it goes by participation points. We will have several projects and a few worksheets thrown in there. Your mid-term and exam are only twenty-five questions each. Any questions?” I asked pleasantly.

    “Yeah.” A student called from the back. “How old are you?”

    I gave him a smile. “We’ll get to that later. I know it’s only the first day, but I have an assignment for you.” They all groaned in unison, some shouting in protest. “Let me finish.” I clacked my way over to my desk, hefting the stack of packets into my arms, giving each person a packet at their work station.

    Cries of complaint filled my ears as I leaned on my desk to relieve the pressure on the balls of my feet due to my plain black heels I stayed in silence, waiting for them to calm down, hugging the thick packets to my chest. “Theses packets will never be homework unless absent. Do NOT lose them. This whole thing is the only worksheets you will have all year. They are separated depending upon section or categories that we will be doing. Right now, I am only asking you to do the first page. It’s easy. Once your done, turn it into me.

    They scurried to find their pencils, amazing me as they actually began to work. The principal had told me that this school was filled with misfits and delinquents. Not all of them, but most. The earlier classes I had, easily filled me with stress and wore me out.

    Regarding my room around me, I realized it was the best. It was more care-free and homey than the others, seeming to relax everyone’s worry filled minds.

    I sat on the 5 feet window seat, the plush cushion sinking under my weight, sighing in content when I was off my feet. Gazing out the window, I waited for them to finish.

    The sun was shining brightly, creating shadows and dark areas that the rays could not yet reach with light. Birds pecked at the ground, hoping for an enjoyable source of food as squirrels scrambled by, their cheeks packed full.

    “I’m done.” A voice grumbled deeply. My head snapped in that direction, my hand automatically going out to grab the paper he held.

    I directed my attention to the class as he walked away. “By the way, I will be the only one reading these, so don’t be afraid to be brutally honest.”

    I looked back down at the paper in my hand. At the top, the first three lines were filled in correctly with his name, date, and hour.

        ~Corey London Parus

        ~8/12/11

        ~6th (the last one to be exact)

    I chuckled at the last part, my eyes following down to the next portion of the worksheet.

    1.What made you join this class?

        -Counselor stuck me here.

    2.Do you like to cook or bake?

        -Sure, if I get to eat it after.

    3.Whens your birthday?

        -Don’t see how it’s any of your business…but it’s October 8th

    4.Have you ever sewed before?

        -Nope!

    5.Do you have any repairing skills around a home?

        -Yes.

    6.Do you hate doing questionnaires?

        -Hell yeah! (excuse my language)

    I looked up to find Corey’s gaze on me. I nodded my head in his direction, smiling. “Okay class,” I said from my position on the seat. “You have about five or ten minutes left.”

    “Can I ask how old you are now?” The same student from before asked.

    “In time.” I answered. “Any other questions referring to this class?” No one said anything. I swear, I probably would have been able to hear a needle drop. “There’s a few other things you should know about this class.” Standing, I walked up to the white board, cracking open a dry erase marker. In big fat capitalized letters I wrote: NO CELL PHONES!

    Their faces dropped in remorse as they saw the message. “But I’ll make a deal with you. If you behave, do as I ask, and respect me, I have no problem with you guys using your iPods. Just please try to keep the volume down, but I will ask you to take them off for most of our cooking units.“ Just as I finished the last word, the bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

    The students jumped up from their seats, putting their papers on my desk then piling out the door in a jumbled clump.

    I sighed in relief as the last of them left, releasing the tense that orbited through my body. Having this job was more stressful than any others I have ever had. Keeping a secret from the students that I was only nineteen was hard. All of the teachers knew, but I did not want to tell my students; or any students for that matter. If they knew, I would never achieve the same respect they had so far given me.

    My gaze frolicked around the room as my hands unconsciously began to pack the papers into my case to look at later. Everything was in place, the books still neatly stacked against the wall on the back counter. The little safety papers I had laminated and taped to the workstations, still remained in tact; and the several posters I made still remained sticky tacked to the walls.

    I shook my head, hoping my day would always end this easy. I nodded my head at several teachers as I rushed past, eager to go visit the one I loved dearly. I sped to the hospital, a new coffee cup in hand as I made my way to the second floor. The elevator dinged, opening the doors for my full hands.

    Hellos were passed to the people I knew with a sad friendly smile as they knew the reason I was here. But the click-clack of my heels did not wake the one that laid there in that white sheeted bed, making small beads of sweat to form on my forehead.

    “Daddy.”

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