In love with my teacher//Raulson

Chapter 11

I stood frozen at the door, it was almost as if her presence froze my joints, my mindset, all body functions that should come without effort.

It wasn't until then, I was slightly pushed out of the way by the same quiet girl with her earbuds in all the time. Suddenly the silence was diminished with loud, muffled music. I cleared my throat and smoothed my clothes down, embarrassed.

It had only been my 3rd day here, yet the amount of embarrassment I've felt In his place was enough to last a lifetime. Today would be the first day I actually got to teach. Although I was excited, I didn't want to overwhelm the students with work, seeing as what had just happened to their teacher.

But that was impossible, It had only been the 4th week of school, yet the amount of work that came along with this class was already enough to make someone like me—someone who found chemistry more than easy—go crazy. But what did I know? It's evident that over time, humans' ability to learn has greatly increased since I was in school.

I walked to my desk and began looking over the lesson plan. They were all written out by—who I'm guessing—was Mrs.Wendy. Her handwriting was one of the neatest I'd ever seen, compared to mine that had always been mildly sloppy and looked rushed.

Week three: The Periodic Table.
Students should be able to identify the atomic mass and atomic number when looking at an individual element. They should also be able to identify the difference between periods and columns and group the elements in either metals, non metals, or transition metals by the end of the week.

Apart from the written lesson plan, there were doodles of flowers and positive messages written around the perimeter of the paper. I didn't know much about Wendy but from what I could tell, she was one of those teachers who I could say kids absolutely adored because of her childlike character.

In college, when I was studying to be a therapist, I discovered that the best way to appeal to a child/young adult is to act in a way that they do, to treat them with respect, rather than having an "I'm a teacher, you're a student" attitude, to have a "we're equals" attitude.

When I first applied for the job here, I got an earnest idea of how loved Wendy was in the school, I'm not gonna lie, at first I was intimidated, I still am.

What I want more than anything is to be another Mrs.Wendy to these kids..though I couldn't get past the whole first name bases, I could still try and be like her, and that was precisely what I was going to do.

When I looked back up, half of the students were already settled In their seats, the other half was standing around talking to their friends, Jack just so happened to be one of them.

Just as I was about to look back down, my glance caught his stare. He looked like he felt guilty, like he was trying to apologize through eye contact. Sure, these new generations were smarter and faster, but their communication skills were going down the drain.

Finally, the bell rung and everyone got settled surprisingly fast. As I started teaching , my mind couldn't help but wander back to what I'd read on Lily's phone last night...and the images I saw.

I felt selfish..she had so many issues that I had read through. What I should've been doing was trying to organize a time I could sit down and attempt to talk to her again...after all, I could easily give her solutions to majority of her problems.

Her childhood seemed to be a combination of both what I had experienced when I was her age and what we'd learn to assist with back at the university.  She seemed so lost In her life, but the only thing I could think was her nude body and how smooth her skin looked. You could tell she had just shaved from the razor bumps along her legs and her-