Dear Diary! (student/teacher relationship) ~COMPLETE!~

Chapter 2

******Since I had plenty of free time at work today, I decided I would go ahead and type the next part.

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"First off, I would like to start by asking each of you this question," he said as he leaned on his desk that was centered at the front of the classroom, in front of the white board. "Why did you decide to take this class," he asked us, emphasizing the word why.

Immediately, every girl's hand shot up in the air. They all had answers like;

"Because French is the language of love."

"I wanted to see if the rumors about you being hot were true."

"I just thought it would be more interesting than Spanish."

After everyone who had raised their hand answered, he started calling us out by name from his roll sheet. Finally I was last.

"And you must be Arielle Fischer, correct," his words sent shivers down my spine, the way he said my name...

"Miss Fischer," he called out, interrupting my thoughts.

I took a deep breath and sat up straight in my seat as I answered, "I chose to take this class because, we live in a country that speaks many different languages. I have taken classes and done a lot of studying on Spanish that now I am aalmost fluent in that language. The only other language class that this school offers is French. To put it short, I would like to learn as many languages as I can in order to expand my opportunities for a job in the future."

I let out a sigh of relief, glad that was over with, and slumped back in exhaustion. Sean looked at me in shock, along with the rest of the class. M. Mercer also seemed to be in shock.

Finally, he smiled and began to clap his hands, "Thank you Arielle, for that wonderful answer. It is by far the best answer I have heard from any of my classes."

The class talked quietly amongst themselves. I felt someone poke my shoulder, I turned to my right to see Sean still in shock.

"What was that!" He exclaimed in a hushed tone.

I just shrugged. "Well, sometimes I get like that when it's something I'm passionate about and I just can't stop."

"Ok, that's enough chatting, class," M. Mercer's voice rang out. "I have another question for you all. If you don't know any, you don't have to answer, but what words do you know in French.

Only those who raised their hands had to answer this time. I sat there and just listened to their answers.

"Bonjour."

"Merci."

"J'taime."

"Au revoir."

They kept on with the obvious, simple words and about bored me to tears. Ugh. M. Mercer stared intently at me the entire time the class was answering, like he expected me to raise my hand and answer or something.

Finally, the answers stopped and he rubbed his hands together. "Ok. Now you will have your first assignment," he began, "I want you to write down whatever you know in French, either the language, the culture, or the geography. Just anything you know. You may begin."