I can still remember how embarrassed I was
"Good morning, class" teacher greeted us on our first day.
"Good morning, teacher!" My classmates sang in unison. I remained quiet, eyes focused in front, amazed at the mighty board which is really scarred due to excessive usag and I can hear the loud buzzing of the only rustic ceiling fan.
"Kids, put out your pencils and papers..."
The kids fumbled through their bags. One by one different kinds of pencils were out. I remained still for I have no bag, I only carried my paper -- the social worker forgot to give me pencil.
I can still remember how embarrassed I was. I was 12 then, a first grader.
And now here I am, in the very same room, tapping my pen on the table, waiting for them.
"Is everybody finished?" I said sweetly, smiling at my first graders...
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General FictionWhen you've got no one to talk to, you tend to have a gazillion of thoughts... At one point you think your head would explode so you pour them out on a blank paper, creating a masterpiece and when you're done, maybe you'll stash them somewhere compl...
