I glance around the teacher's lounge at some of the other staff members. Among them, there's the principal, Kenneth. He's younger than me, maybe around 30. He's a great leader and it's pretty amazing how well he runs the school for being in his thirties. Even though he's technically my superior occupation-wise, I consider him a friend.
I was ignoring the conversation in the room until Kenneth snaps me out of my thoughts and reminiscences.
"Mr. Baldi? Baldi? Baldo? Waldo?" he asks, ending his last bit of nicknames in a chuckle.
"Huh? Wait, why Waldo?" I ask.
"Because I was wondering where you were."
Everyone in the room laughs at the clever joke, including myself. Kenneth has a way of cracking me up like that.
"Now I was hoping you could help me settle a little math dispute," he begins. "How many people are in this room?"
"Hm, let's see... eight," I say after briefly counting.
"Right. Now, if we were to divide that number by two and multiply the remainder by the square root of pi and add seven, does my hair look good?"
I'm caught off guard by the final part and burst into laughter along with the others. Kenneth tries and fails to stifle a laugh.
"Well?" he asks, suppressing giggles.
"Of course!" I answer gleefully.
I love how comfortable the principal and I feel around each other. In fact, when I think of the guy, principal isn't the first thing that comes to mind. He always makes me smile like this. He makes me feel special. Not in a gay way or anything, though.
"Correct! See, everyone? I do have a great math teacher employed here. And great hair," says Kenneth, running his fingers through his hair. I can't help but grin.
"Slow down there buddy, you might have nice hair, but mine is better," I say sarcastically, pointing to my bald head in an ironic feminine way.
"You're right. I wonder if I could rock that look."
"My oh my, wouldn't that be dreamy?"
A few more chuckles erupt from around the room. Even though I never really talk to the other teachers, aside from the occasional small talk, it's not so bad entertaining them.
"Lunch is over! Now shoo, shoo, and go educate some kids," says Kenneth in an ironic inspirational voice.
So, I obey his orders, and with a reload of coffee in me, I tread back happily to my classroom.
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Teach me How (Baldi x Principal)
Fanfiction"I'm a dude. I like a dude. Meanwhile, we're trying to thwart an awful lie about me before it spreads too far." ●●● Baldi has been teaching for 11 years, and he's never been happier. His students absolutely adore him and are alwa...
