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Another You

Six.

The weekend I spent with Jake was a refresher for my well-being. Not once did I think about anything negative that would bring me down. All I had to offer to my brother was smiles all around.

But when Monday rolled around and I had to return to work, I didn't feel like my bubbly self that showed over the weekend. No. I was miserably tired and upset and all around I felt like a walking sack of sadness. But my temporary leave was over and I had to return to work.

I unlocked my classroom door and entered the room at 7:00 in the morning. I hustled to my desk, setting my stuff down on my desk with a plonk.

I plopped into my desk chair with a huff, and I looked around the room. It was an absolute mess. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. I just sighed and started unloading my stuff and putting it in various places, for example, I put my lunch and three bottles of water in my mini fridge.

After tidying up my work space, I grabbed the note that the substitute teacher left for my class, and I slowly read it. Overall, my classes, all three of them, had been absolutely horrifying. Oh well. They'd get their punishment, that's for sure.

So, when my first period freshmen walked into the room and took their seats, I kept my face still and as hard as a stone, to show them that I wasn't pleased with them. And when the bell rang, I finished writing out fourth period's seating chart in complete silence, and then I stood up. I looked up and around the classroom, meeting each and every set of eyes that was staring back at me.

"So... apparently a two month leave is never a good idea. Everybody up," I demanded. They all shuffled to their feet and glanced at their friends. I wrung my fingers together and smiled at them all.

"The first thing I want from all of you right now is to move your desks into rows," I said, for the desks were in groups of four, and had been since I'd started teaching. I was known as the teacher that had hardly any rules. And i barely disciplined my students, because well, i didn't have any rules. But of course, things change.

They all murmured among themselves, their faces full of confusion. Still, I smiled.

"How about we try that again. I want you to move your desks into rows. Now."

Immediately there was the screeching of desks against the floor as they all rushed to do what I told them to. When they were all seated again, I still smiled.

"Ah ah ah. I never said to sit back down. Everybody up."

Once again, they all rose to their feet and I grabbed the seating chart.

"Look closely, kids. This is a seating chart, something I've never had to make."

I then walked down the aisles and called them by name, pointing to their desks. I'd made sure to separate the different cliques from each other to make sure that the person each student sat next to didn't know each other.

When I was satisfied with all the dirty looks I was receiving, I sat back down at my desk, facing them all. Then, assuming in was going to start teaching, they all got out their stuff.

"Oh, there's no need for that. Everyone put your stuff away. I've got something else planned for you guys," I said, and I waited patiently as every binder and pencil was put away.

"Look around the room. Look at the floors. I'm going to give you five minutes to pick up all the trash on the floor. Starting... now," I said, and they all rushed to clean up, afraid that if they didn't, I'd make them do something worse.

After the five minutes was up, untold them all to return to their seats, and I pulled the stack of new syllabus' I'd made in front of me. It was really a syllabus, more like a packet of rules.

"Take one and pass it back," I said, handing each student in the front seats a small stack. When every student has one, I cleared my throat.

"These are the rules. From now on, you will follow all of these rules as they are written. Especially when there is a guest teacher on this campus in this room. The letter I received from said guest teacher was absolutely devastating. Never have I had to read something like that. I am embarrassed. I'm embarrassed of myself, but mostly of you. Now, take the rest of the period to A) read these rules, and B) write a letter of apology to the substitute teacher that wasted their time on this ungrateful class. Absolutely no talking. Go," I said. I sat back down at my desk, feeling accomplished. The silence that rang in my ears as they all read filled me with pure bliss.

The rest of the day went exactly like that. I made them all clean up the mess they made of my classroom, I assigned their new seats, and I made them read the rules and write a letter of apology. I felt no remorse for acting this way and making them work like that in complete silence.

When the bell rang at the end of the day, I had roughly 84 apology letters sitting firmly on my desk, as well as a spotless room. I also probably had 84 students that now hated my guts. But I was okay with that.

I packed up my things, including the letters, and I turned my phone back on waiting for it to start up. When it did, I noticed I had a missed call from Austin. I sat down and called him back.

In the middle of ringing, a student walked into my room, and I looked up and smiled at her.

"Can I do something for you?" I asked her sweetly.

"Hey, Lily," Austin's voice rang into my ear.

"Just a second, Austin," I said. He said okay and I set my phone on my desk and faced the girl.

"Hi... um I was just wondering if we had any homework tomorrow? I'm going out of town and I was just wondering if I could get it," she said. I smiled.

"Luckily for you, there's no homework. I had to replan everything because I just got back from leave," I said. She nodded.

"We, thanks. I've gotta go," she said, and she scampered off. I picked my phone back up and sighed.

"Hey. Sorry I didn't get your call earlier. I'm at work," I said.

"That's totally okay. I kind of figured actually. But uh.. I just wanted to know what you were doing this weekend," he said. I smiled.

"I'm not sure yet. I've got three classes to discipline so I may or may not have papers to grade," I replied. Austin chuckled.

"Why do you have to discipline them?" He asked, and I told him the spiel of what had happened while I was gone. After we talked for a little while more, I hung up so I could lock up and go home.

What a day, though.

Notes

So im sorry about the wait and this boring ass chapter haha I needed something to write off of.

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