Prologue
Isle
On the first day to high school as a teacher I am just feeling awkward. Actually its not that I don’t want to teach , it’s just I am still twenty three, too younger to be a teacher. “Good morning sir”, I said as she reached to the dean’s office “May I come in”.
“Good morning”, said Dean Ronald Harvey “Come in”.
“I am Isle Collins”, I introduced myself again “I appointed as a teacher for English”. I first introduced myself before, when I came for interview three days ago.
“Yeah, yeah I remember you” said Dean leading me to chair across his table “Sit”.
“Thanks”, I said while sitting “When would I start classes?“.
“From today”, said dean and chuckled “I was wondering how could you teach the student of almost your age group but when you passed the interview I understood that you can do this with your bold attitude”
“Thanks for trusting me” I said for praising me. Then I stood up for going to class where I am going to teach. Mr. Ronald sent his assistant to lead me to class.
Now here I am, outside of the class. I entered the class nobody stood to greet me rather a boy dodge me while going to the benches. I got angry, why shouldn’t I , I am their teacher. I went to dais and stood still with anger on my face until everybody got attracted by me. “Good morning everybody”, I said in bold manner..... “I am you new professor Isle Collins”.
“Good morning” everybody said while standing, I heard someone was laughing from third row. It is a boy who is watching some clips in his cell phone and laughing. I go over there to realizing him that I am here and noticing him. I go closer “Hi” the boy say. My anger got on higher level although I am very patient but this, this is overbearing. I tell him to stand and. He obey me stand, he said. After that I go back to dais. And tell them to sit ,and begin the class.
After class I go to the staff room by asking some students. There I got my schedule. And spent the rest of the day at school, managing everything.
At about 8′ I was at home. “Dinner is ready, come down stair to eat”, my mom told me when I was sitting on bench in my room and staring at stars.
Right after dinner I went back to my room and crawl in my bed and let myself relax trying to sleep and I don’t know when I fell in sleep.
Actually I want to own an Art Gallery but I don’t have enough money. That’s why I am doing this job. I applied for job in an art gallery but wages was too low there.
I sell paintings paint by me. On Sunday I work at an art gallery as seller and teller. I get sale commission.
Jut embracing my dream, I am struggling.
