The Best Releiver

I chewed down on the half consumed brunch bar in my mouth. It was morning tea nad everyone was happy, talking to eachother or mingling in the handball line. As it normally went, one by one people started heading to their next class. i always left when the place started to look empty, or huge stampedes of people passed by.

You can almost tell what class they have or what type of person they are by the expression on their faces. If they were happy or annoyed, longing or dreading for their next subject. As for me, I was annoyed and dreading my next class. It was science, with Mr. L. Nobody knows his full name, its impossible to pronounce. I heard rumors that it was Licksaphakau.

Mr. L is the worst possible teacher you could imagine, I don't think I have learnt one this this year. Or at least one important thing, all the time he rambles on about back in 'the day' when he was a hero. And it's not what you're thinking, he wasn't in the war, he was the rubbish boy in his village, in Guam. I know he must have something up there, in his brain, if he worked his way up from that job to this, being a secondary teacher in Australia. i'll give him credit for that, but thats about it.

Normally teachers help you, because thats their job, to teach you, but not Mr. L. If an arm shoots up in the air.. well you wish you hadn't.

These thoughts flooded my mind as I trudged to the old building at the back of school. Coming closer and closer to the place I would be inmprisoned for the next one and a half hours, I wondered what we would learn today. Not about science, about his village. Walking into the old classroom with my head hanging low, my friend nudged me and excitedly said "look!". I lifted my head, of which felt like 1000 pounds, and a smile crept across my face...