What about this teacher?

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 I walk into my Music theory class taking out my earbuds and put my phone in my bag.

I look around and see Mrs. Robin at the piano and one of my best friends, Justice talking to her. As I walk up Justice looks up and her and Mrs. Robins conversation comes to a halt as Justice runs up to me, arms wide open and screams.

"Destiany! I am so glad we have a class together" She exclaims. "Yeah I-" she stops me "Have you seen the new teacher?" she says happily. 

"The new teacher?" I babble.

"Yeah, Mr. Taylor, he is the video editing professor, he is so AhH, you know? I have him for my last class." She rambles. 

"Oh yeah, I have him too!" I run on.

"This year is going to be great" I say as me and her walk to our seats. 

"Alright kids, teens, what ever you want to be named" Mrs. Robins starts.

Me and Justice look at each other and cackle as Mrs. Robin keeps talking about what the goals of this class are going to be this year.

I have heard this from many of my old teachers before, so I start tooning it out and think about what Mr. Taylor is going to be like, or even look like. 

All the sudden the bell rings and I quickly grab my stuff and walk out waving to Justice since I am seeing her at our last class of the day.  

Lucky for me I have short days, I normally get home around 1:30 and go to work at our campuses  library. 

I walk into my second class of the day, singing lessons, I have this class almost every year, but it goes up a level every year, so four levels, and I am on level two, I see that another student is being taught at the moment so I sit down at the closest table and stick one earbud in and start my music up again. 

A few moments later I hear the door shut and take that as my queue to go up to start my lesson with Mrs. Rob. 

She goes over everything I will be learning and working on for this year and we get started. 

Time flew by pretty quickly and we finished up right as the bell rang, singing lessons are my favorite time of the day, I get to do what I love.

As I wave bye and say a thank you to Mrs.Rob I gather my stuff and put my music into my bag and walk out. 

I nervously walk to my next class, awaiting a new teacher that seems to be the buzz that is going around school. 

What is it about him?


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