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New Faces

... learning from history or else you’re doomed to repeat it. So I just need to reevaluate my previous encounter, tinker it a bit, present it to her, and you’ll be calling her my Mrs. You’ll see.”

“Oh, I’ll be seeing something, alright,” I reply, packing my things, “Until then, just take care of yourself.”

“Yeah, ok, man. Wish me luck.”

“Yeah. Right. Good luck.”

He then steps out of the room, leaving me shaking my head. He doesn’t need luck. That boy needs a prayer. Poor girl, though. Her first impression of the faculty is gonna be a guy who doesn’t have the slightest clue of what it means to give up. And while that’s admirable for some people, something tells me she’s not really gonna be in that camp.

After collecting my things, I head out the room and head down the halls. As I’m traversing down the hall, I pass by a room where I hear Snow reciting his plans to Cid. Poor, poor woman. Thank goodness his health insurance is as good as it is. I’m then greeted with Claire stepping out of her room, looking as irritable as ever. In an attempt to change that the slightest bit, I decide to at least greet her. It can go a long way in some cases.

“Hey, there, Cl-”

“Bite me,” she interrupts.

And this case isn’t one of them, it would seem.

“Well, aren’t you even more chipper than usual?”

“Well, when I’ve got one idiot babbling on and on about harassing his future coworker, 80 idiots either staring at me and ignoring every damn word I’m speaking or staring at ...

... their phones, fucking up my overall performance, and another idiot standing in front of me, excuse me for not being so uppity.”

“Hey, watch your mouth. We don’t need that kind of language in this building.”

“Eat a dick, you wrinkled old bitch.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. Is that really the kind of energy you want our newest educator to be exposed to?”

“She can be exposed to the goddamn lunch recipes for all I care. I just wanna go home and enjoy my only means of solitude before reliving the constant 5 days of unrelenting monotony. So if you wouldn’t mind-”

I chuckle before finally showing her mercy and stepping out of her way and letting her pass. As she does, though, she bumps into my shoulder, giving me a snarky grin before storming off. Gotta love how there’s never a dull moment around here. Definitely a welcoming environment if I’ve ever seen one.

After driving home, I check on Dahj, who’s absolutely knocked out in his room, and start the egregious process of grading papers. And that’s always a treat. Leave it to high schoolers to have you rethink your choice on pursuing creative writing. To this day, these kids just find new ways to resent their previous teachers. How is it that we’re still having the “they’re”, “their”, and “there” problem? Why is writing a cohesive sentence the hardest thing in the world? Why is staying on topic the bane of everyone’s existence?

At least they’re not always so horrendous. Some of these stories are very insightful. Some ...