First encounter with Ms. Davids

A teacher rambles on in the prison-feeled room. Ros of tables are neatly faced towards an almost blank whiteboard, reading only her name. Ms Davids. Her voice, high pitched and carrying a thick South African accent, is far from people's thoughts. The way she speaks is far from monotonous and uninteresting, it is all over the place and almost exciting like a roller coaster, you don't know whats next. But she only had me captured for the first two minutes, it had been forty minutes. The stories she is telling, unheard by the 28 daydreaming students. As for me, I am staring aimlessly. The walls of the classroom concrete and cold with few posters acting as splashes of colour in a sea of grey.

One side of the room is glass. A window to freedom, a freedom we had soaked in for a long time. But now the holidays were over and only a taste remained. I thought back to my summer holidays.

Beaches, warm, sun

Outside summer is still apparent, it is sunny with no clouds in the sky. But this much loved season is only lingering on, winter just around the corner. It feels as though I have hit with two blows in a row. School, winter.

Now I was stuck in a classroom, I am stuck in science. Still Ms Davids is talking to the class, I decide to listen. Maybe frozen time will defrost.. "An island is an island, not a dog" Ms Davids says with complete confidence. I begin to laugh, and look over to Emelia and Tash to see if they heard they same thing. And they did. I felt a laughter begin roar from inside me. Most of the class had heard this as well, just switched on to hear that one little phrase. Ms Davids couldn't understand what was so funny. Maybe it was because we had only picked up one part of her story or she was actually crazy.

Who knew what the year of science would have in store for us.