SITTING STILL AND LOOKING BUSY IS WHAT I DO BEST.
Mountains of leftover homework pile up on my desk and every day it gets bigger, taller and more complicated. Suddenly, the whole class shuts up as though an angel entered the room. I haven't even noticed it because I was so immersed into the assignments.
As I rewrite my solutions to the problem revolving around the Quadratic Formula to my final paper. A head sprouts from the pile of notebooks. "Miss Rosa, the grave is speaking to you." a low voice speaks to me.
"HUWAT SA GUD!" I shout. (Just wait!)
"Ehem!" It clears its throat. I look to see who dared to disturb me. My heart launches to full throttle. Words left my throat. Blood from my body floods my cheek. Makasala pud ta aning nawonga oy. (I could sin because of this face.)
He smiles at me. He turns around and proceeds to the black board.
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Nouvellesi'm wonder struck / blushing all the way home In which a girl falls in love with her math teacher.
