The Poetry Teacher, chapter 2
Billie asked out of the blue, with hope and full of confusion, "Are the kids here basket cases?"
I shrugged and said,"Well, it depends if they're into their lives or not, and if they want to pass their classes and graduate, which most of the kids in this hall want to do."
He took a deep breath and said, "Good, so they're not a bunch of trouble makers."
I replied, "Got that right, you actually have the best part of the school in your hands, so it should get you less nervious."
He stared at me for a while and said, "What would I do without you, Sandy?" I smiled and took my sit, as a couple of students piled into the medium sized classroom, and took their sits. I winked at Billie, wishing him luck, just as he looked, reassuringly, my way and well prepared to start class.
He started,"Welcome peoples, I'm Mr. Armstrong, your new poetry teacher. I know you all may think,'Why am I in this class? I mean poetry is for suckers right?' But you're wrong, 'cause it could really help you with your songwriting." Some people started laughing at his joke, especially the preps that, obviously, had a crush on him. He shrugged it off and said, "Well, since I'm new this year, and haven't seen all of your faces before, I'm glad ya'll were nice enough to laugh at my lame jokes, but I try."
There was more laughing, and he continued, "Well, anyways, I just want to hear your names, and a short description of y'all, and if you have more than two pages of story to tell, be my guest."
His class was pretty enjoyable. He really knew how to carry on with the students pretty well. We laughed, talked, asked questions, and discussed the topic throughly. When the class was over, everybody sighed, not wanting to leave, and Billie said, "It's okay guys, I won't be gone forever, and if I call in sick give me a call, and get me off my lazy ass, alright?"
Everybody laughed on their way out and a guy said, "No prob, dude, I'll be the first one to blow a horn in front of your house."
Billie laughed and said, "I'll be counting on it, and if I go out cursing my lungs out at you, don't ask." The guy laughed as he left and said good-bye.
I smiled at him as I got my stuff and said, "That went well, I knew you could do it, you weren't nervious at ALL."
He sighed and said, "I know, I pretty much impressed myself."
I laughed and said, "Well, you impressed everybody. You actually became their favorite teacher."
I nodded and said, "Yeah? I could feel it when they laughed at my lame jokes."
I laughed and said, "Well, that was nice, I have to go to lunch."
He said, "Um, wait, Sandy, um, would you want me to take you for lunch?" I looked at him for while, not knowing what to say. He looked at me back, with the same expression, and said, "Well is that a yes, or a no, cuz I'm just trying to save you from that shit that you call "food."
I laughed and said,"Well, that sounds great, let's go." He gathered his stuff and headed out, with me heading in front, because he considered "ladies first."
We walked down the empty hallway and headed out into the student parking lot, because it was closer to the hall, and using my car wouldn't hurt, especially for the cutest teacher in the school! We walked around the parking lot, until I found my messed up Ford. I hopped in the driver's seat, just as he got in the passenger's seat, putting his stuff, carelessly, in the back, which looked pretty cute. I love it when guys do that, not caring how they put their stuff. It's so...boy-ish. I put my stuff, carefully, on the back seat, and started the engine.
He said, "You have a pretty nice car for a 16 year old." I stared at him, like if he was the craziest person in the world.
He looked at me confusedly and said, "Well, I guess not."
That made me laugh pretty hard and I said, "You are really funny, you know that? I mean, don't you see this car looks like I got it straight from the junk yard, and you say the funniest things, without even trying."
He nodded and said, "Thanks, and your car doesn't really look bad, trust me. It's like the best looking car in a junk yard. I didn't mean it that way, but you know what I mean."
I laughed once again, and he said, "I love your laugh, it makes me feel good." I blushed slightly as he said this, and next thing we know, we locked lips.
I shrugged and said,"Well, it depends if they're into their lives or not, and if they want to pass their classes and graduate, which most of the kids in this hall want to do."
He took a deep breath and said, "Good, so they're not a bunch of trouble makers."
I replied, "Got that right, you actually have the best part of the school in your hands, so it should get you less nervious."
He stared at me for a while and said, "What would I do without you, Sandy?" I smiled and took my sit, as a couple of students piled into the medium sized classroom, and took their sits. I winked at Billie, wishing him luck, just as he looked, reassuringly, my way and well prepared to start class.
He started,"Welcome peoples, I'm Mr. Armstrong, your new poetry teacher. I know you all may think,'Why am I in this class? I mean poetry is for suckers right?' But you're wrong, 'cause it could really help you with your songwriting." Some people started laughing at his joke, especially the preps that, obviously, had a crush on him. He shrugged it off and said, "Well, since I'm new this year, and haven't seen all of your faces before, I'm glad ya'll were nice enough to laugh at my lame jokes, but I try."
There was more laughing, and he continued, "Well, anyways, I just want to hear your names, and a short description of y'all, and if you have more than two pages of story to tell, be my guest."
His class was pretty enjoyable. He really knew how to carry on with the students pretty well. We laughed, talked, asked questions, and discussed the topic throughly. When the class was over, everybody sighed, not wanting to leave, and Billie said, "It's okay guys, I won't be gone forever, and if I call in sick give me a call, and get me off my lazy ass, alright?"
Everybody laughed on their way out and a guy said, "No prob, dude, I'll be the first one to blow a horn in front of your house."
Billie laughed and said, "I'll be counting on it, and if I go out cursing my lungs out at you, don't ask." The guy laughed as he left and said good-bye.
I smiled at him as I got my stuff and said, "That went well, I knew you could do it, you weren't nervious at ALL."
He sighed and said, "I know, I pretty much impressed myself."
I laughed and said, "Well, you impressed everybody. You actually became their favorite teacher."
I nodded and said, "Yeah? I could feel it when they laughed at my lame jokes."
I laughed and said, "Well, that was nice, I have to go to lunch."
He said, "Um, wait, Sandy, um, would you want me to take you for lunch?" I looked at him for while, not knowing what to say. He looked at me back, with the same expression, and said, "Well is that a yes, or a no, cuz I'm just trying to save you from that shit that you call "food."
I laughed and said,"Well, that sounds great, let's go." He gathered his stuff and headed out, with me heading in front, because he considered "ladies first."
We walked down the empty hallway and headed out into the student parking lot, because it was closer to the hall, and using my car wouldn't hurt, especially for the cutest teacher in the school! We walked around the parking lot, until I found my messed up Ford. I hopped in the driver's seat, just as he got in the passenger's seat, putting his stuff, carelessly, in the back, which looked pretty cute. I love it when guys do that, not caring how they put their stuff. It's so...boy-ish. I put my stuff, carefully, on the back seat, and started the engine.
He said, "You have a pretty nice car for a 16 year old." I stared at him, like if he was the craziest person in the world.
He looked at me confusedly and said, "Well, I guess not."
That made me laugh pretty hard and I said, "You are really funny, you know that? I mean, don't you see this car looks like I got it straight from the junk yard, and you say the funniest things, without even trying."
He nodded and said, "Thanks, and your car doesn't really look bad, trust me. It's like the best looking car in a junk yard. I didn't mean it that way, but you know what I mean."
I laughed once again, and he said, "I love your laugh, it makes me feel good." I blushed slightly as he said this, and next thing we know, we locked lips.
