November 29 Second Hour- Ancient Chinese Arts
Sensei: Akira Akiyama
Students: Ichiro, Kasumi, Miyavi, Okita
Okita walked into ACH class with a smile on her face ready for class even if Sensei Akiyama was far too lazy to get up his desk. Holding a cupof tea she knew in this class she can get away with it. As she slightly skipped inside, she looked like a teenager in love. Seeing the teacher on the phone making a breakfast order, she bowed down. "Hi Sensei Akiyama." He ignored her because he was thinking about whether he wanted his order large. She sat down placing her tea down. Taking a sip of her tea she awaited to see other students pass by.
No one really knew why she was in such a cheerful mood, even to a point not even Okita knew what had her so glad. After finishing her tea, she threw the plastic cup away and sat back down twiddling her finger showing how restless she was.
Taking out a small notebook she started to scribble waiting for her sensei. She wtached as he placed his cleephone down, till it rang a few moments later. He started to shout on the phone calling his ex wife harsh names and swearing that he did pay child support this week. Okita didn't pay mind as she hummed a familiar tune still writing.
No one, absolutely no one can ruin her mood.
Students: Ichiro, Kasumi, Miyavi, Okita
Okita walked into ACH class with a smile on her face ready for class even if Sensei Akiyama was far too lazy to get up his desk. Holding a cupof tea she knew in this class she can get away with it. As she slightly skipped inside, she looked like a teenager in love. Seeing the teacher on the phone making a breakfast order, she bowed down. "Hi Sensei Akiyama." He ignored her because he was thinking about whether he wanted his order large. She sat down placing her tea down. Taking a sip of her tea she awaited to see other students pass by.
No one really knew why she was in such a cheerful mood, even to a point not even Okita knew what had her so glad. After finishing her tea, she threw the plastic cup away and sat back down twiddling her finger showing how restless she was.
Taking out a small notebook she started to scribble waiting for her sensei. She wtached as he placed his cleephone down, till it rang a few moments later. He started to shout on the phone calling his ex wife harsh names and swearing that he did pay child support this week. Okita didn't pay mind as she hummed a familiar tune still writing.
No one, absolutely no one can ruin her mood.