The Reluctant Teacher
Who: Malone, ot anyone
Where: Music Room , at the high school
When: Wednesday morning
Michael sat in his classroom, taking a few deep breaths before the next group of students came in. Just a few more hours and it would be lunch, when he could call Wolf and tell him how miserable his day had been. Though the first few days had gone alright, this morning's freshman class had been just horrible. One of them even threw a spitball at the back of his head while he was writing on the blackboard. He hated teaching - the kids outnumbered him, and not many of them seemed interested in learning music at all. They were just taking the class to get an elective credit.
The only thing that kept him going was that he could call Wolf on his lunch break, get a little pep talk, then get back in there to teach a few more crappy inattentive classes before going home and curling up in a little ball of misery. Wolf assured him he'd get used to it, but Malone had his doubts. It would be different if any of them cared - if he could get just one or two students that actually were interested in the material, maybe he'd feel better about the whole situation.
Or maybe kids were like dogs, and they could smell fear. Malone was certainly more afraid of them than they were of him, and that was generally bad news for a teacher. To comfort himself until the next class came in, he picked up one of the student guitars they kept in here for band purposes and started tuning it. When it was tuned, he began to play one of his songs. Maybe if he was lucky, his students would get hit by a bus before they made it to class .Never mind that a bus wouldn't fit in the hallway - it could happen.
Where: Music Room , at the high school
When: Wednesday morning
Michael sat in his classroom, taking a few deep breaths before the next group of students came in. Just a few more hours and it would be lunch, when he could call Wolf and tell him how miserable his day had been. Though the first few days had gone alright, this morning's freshman class had been just horrible. One of them even threw a spitball at the back of his head while he was writing on the blackboard. He hated teaching - the kids outnumbered him, and not many of them seemed interested in learning music at all. They were just taking the class to get an elective credit.
The only thing that kept him going was that he could call Wolf on his lunch break, get a little pep talk, then get back in there to teach a few more crappy inattentive classes before going home and curling up in a little ball of misery. Wolf assured him he'd get used to it, but Malone had his doubts. It would be different if any of them cared - if he could get just one or two students that actually were interested in the material, maybe he'd feel better about the whole situation.
Or maybe kids were like dogs, and they could smell fear. Malone was certainly more afraid of them than they were of him, and that was generally bad news for a teacher. To comfort himself until the next class came in, he picked up one of the student guitars they kept in here for band purposes and started tuning it. When it was tuned, he began to play one of his songs. Maybe if he was lucky, his students would get hit by a bus before they made it to class .Never mind that a bus wouldn't fit in the hallway - it could happen.