Art Teacher Changed Pessimist

Chapter 4

Emmie Bouvier Diary
DEAR DIARY,
For a second thought, I don't know who the person is. I knew who it was but I don't know if it is the truth. I can't reveal the name to you yet. I know 2× that no one will read my diary. But for my inner shy part self still thinks that it's not safe to write or reveal the name. My diary is just petty rubbish for anybody. So why am I still like this?
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Today Mr. Neyson punished the whole class. For your information, diary, it's not all of us who did it. Anthony Brooke and Mike Garret, (who is the class president) put the problem on us. They were basically talking to each other in English class while Mr. Neyson was explaining previous discussion lately. When he knew that these two guys were talking during in the middle of his discussion. He immediately burst into a rage. A very terrifying one.

"Interrupting in my class in here while I'm explainin' things for you to prepare for the exams. Get outta' here if you ain't gonna' wanna' learn english! Don't disturb my class time you suckers. Just get outta' here...you guys should all be mature now" Demanded Mr. Neyson, eyes blazing.

A short silence came but suddenly, Mike stood up from his chair abruptly and said a short speech that was quite rather nasty for me that I couldn't even endure looking at Mr. Neyson's pissed face at that moment.

"Sorry sir. It's not that that we don't want to learn. It's just that I couldn't have a teacher teaching me or anybody when he's a pedo*****. Since I'm a student of this school and this citizenship of this country, I would like to protest that this is overly uncomfortable for me. I feel that I should tell you about this sir. Cause' lately I've heard parents in this class were complaining about this matter"
I feel bad for Mr. Neyson somehow. He isn't that kind of man who would do that. Or who would harm anybody. Doesn't mean he is a pedophile. Even though he is an old bachelor.
I have sympathy for the old man. I knew he is a loner...just like me.
If you want to know what happened next, Mr. Neyson punished us all. After that one tiny speech was a disaster for us. What a good example he set as a class president. I knew I didn't want Mike to be the class president at the start. His mouth is too blunt and at the same time, too hurtful. He would be better if he is the vice-president who could take care of the late attendance and so on. He never gets late tardiness.
After that occurred horror was over, we had music class which was great. I like music. Though I dislike the teacher. I love classic songs. I'm not a huge fan of rock or pop musics in modern days. It'so loud and raucous which bothers me a lot. I hate parties and my twin sisters always goes to parties or at the bar with their friends. I don't get what's the fun with it? I only know that getting drunk helps your situation. I mean...I've always wanted to know how it feels like. To feel that no one is judging you or feeling that your emotion is not preisoned. Makes a word called "Freedom". If I could say?

"Emmie, can you tell me what does a semitone means?" Called my music teacher, Mr. Gerald, who was sitting on the piano bench.

Shoot! I have no answer. Think, Emmie. Think!

My music teacher became suddenly impatient at my silence.
"Mrs. Bouvier this is a very simple question. We have been discussing this sort of stuff since eighth grade. Now, please. What is a semitone?"
Tapping his foot countless of times.

"Uhm...its something about the half note thing" What a dummy, but at least I said something?

"What an absurd and frivolous answer, missy. I am quite dissapointed at you, Emmie. We learned about this since eighth grade. Now all you're going to do is to answer me like that?"

Giving a little excuse I give, "I don't remember, sir..."

"Huh. You think giving excuses like that to me is going to change my mind about your answer? Of course, you are always like that in my class"

That sounds a bit condescending to me. Of course, I didn't remember eighth grade discussion since it was a long time ago. Why is he being such a snooty Bitch today?

"Alright, all of you are to be dismissed class time"  when I heard that, the only thing I think about is getting out of here and go to my favorite place of the day.
I planned to go to art class so that I could continue my project. But when I went in to his class, there was no Mr. Evan. I couldn't stay in his class unless I ask his permission. And I knew that he's in the canteen. So thinking about it, I rushed out and went to the cafeteria. Scanning around the area, I saw his face. A mirthful laugh echoing the place. I recognized one of the the laugh belonged to Mr. Evan's and together with the other senior teachers, whom I have not known yet. I went toward where he was seating at and tapped his shoulders, he looked around to see me.

"Yes?"

"Sir, is it okay if I stayed in your class for a while?" I could tell that the other teachers were staring at me as if I'm a new student in this school. But I'm not and they should recognize my face!

Mr. Evan simply gave me a round-eyed shock. "For what?"

"Ahem. Well, you told me last time that I could do my project in your class during recess or lunch time" clearing my throat while nodding a few times, for I was surprised to hear his unexpected reply.

"I have no idea what you're talking about?" He gave me one of his slightest smirk.

What the hell?

"But sir, you said..."

"What did I said?" Retorted Mr. Evan.
My mind just blew off.

"I thought you remembered" and I walked off and avoiding to make a fool of myself even further.

I can't believe he couldn't remember what he said a few days ago to me. I thought he was a nice guy. I knew that this was a trap. I was so stupid for falling over his good-looking face. In fact, he's a trickster and I despise people who joked about this kind of matter. Why am I so sensitive?

Bell rang, and I knew that next subject is art. The whole period throughout class time, Mr. Evan and I didn't discuss much. I mean I could tell by the face that he still remembered about the cafeteria thing. I avoided eye contacting him just to let him know that I was still dissapointed about the matter. I was basically reserved and quiet throughout the whole period.

So when my class was about to be dismissed, Mr. Evan called my name for once when I was about to carry my bag and leave. Obediently, I walked toward in front of his desk and face him. Yes...face him through my eyes without any anxiety. That felt good. His eyes allured me for once and that gave me more encouragement.
"Emmie...just wanted to tell you that I was sorry what had happened back there in the cafeteria"

You better, I thought.

"I did remember and I did want to let you stay in my class...but you know the school policy...and in that case, students in this school aren't allowed to stay in classes during recess and lunch time. Even though if the teachers permit them. It's just against the rules and I would get in trouble if the other teachers knew. That's just all I wanted to explain to you so far. "

All I did was just nod and I knew I have to go until a hand gripped my arm suddenly at the door.

"Emmie, if you have any time on weekends or even after school sessions. You can go to my apartment and we'll be doing it. If you don't know, my apartment is near the school building. Just a few blocks away. Need help, just ask me" With that, I nodded again and said, "You are forgiven, sir" and felt relieved when I'm out of class.