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Dad's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "yes dad?" My little brother laughed and I sighed, "sorry dad.. There's a new teacher at school and a lot of things are about to change..." "Is this teacher a man..." I laughed, "God nooo dad... no... a woman.. it's a 21 year old girl from the US..."

I appreciate the thoughts, but I already have a teacher. "You have a teacher? It can't possibly be some nobody, right?" Sean grumbled. Larissa said calmly, "My teacher is Qwin Carey. He's a skilled doctor, but he doesn't care for fame and wealth." "Qwin Carey?" Sean mocked. "You can't possibly be referring to good old Carey Qwin, right?" Larissa corrected him. "My teacher is Qwin Carey, not Carey Qwin. You must be talking about someone else."

"That's really troubling. I can't imagine any of our teachers doing something like that." "We hope not," said Mrs. Chen. "But we need to be thorough. You're a senior, correct? And you've been at this school for four years?" "Yes, ma'am. Since freshman year." "So, you have had classes with most of the male teachers on staff? "I think so. Math, science, history, English. yes, most of them." Mrs. Chen clicked her pen. "Have any of them ever made you uncomfortable? Perhaps by giving you inappropriate attention or making comments that felt unprofessional?

Obvious . I hate this fucking teacher.

Leah and I chorused. "I know right!" She exclaimed. "I guess he does have the right to yell at us," "Pfft! Just because he's a professor, doesn't mean he can boss me around and yell at me!" I reasoned. "True that," Leah said, nodding. "So wait, why do we still call him Mr. Decarlo?" "Meh! Who cares, man!?" I shrugged. "He's still the same old cranky teacher," "Mm hmm," Leah said, agreeing.

Me- I promise to only defend myself. Fran- Good idea. “Miss Dancer, please find your seat,” a young-looking male teacher, who looks almost as yummy as Evander, stands at the blackboard. “Aw Luna Marcella, I’m Mr. Drake. Welcome to class.” He and I shake hands and I see he is un-marked. Fran- They don’t make teachers like this at Westmoreland! I look at Ki with wide eyes and she has a smirk. “Exactly how are we supposed to concentrate?” I ask Ki.

Isa had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it. The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Isa found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as he was, Professor Ashford was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. He was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in his field, warranting his many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Isa almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day...

"You can only have it for a day." Francis' eyes widened. He grinned. "Yeah, cool. By the way, who's this girl?" His eyes went down in my direction. He had that curious look on his face. "You've never introduced us to your girls before—" "She's Hassan. One of my students."

Just a moment later, we also finished eating and a teacher has finally arrived… “Good Afternoon, Georgians. I am Sir Jude Boribor… You can call me Sir Jude instead. I will be your CPAR teacher for this semester. So, what does CPAR means?” The whole room was quiet except for the hum of the aircon. We did not research about our subjects…

His eyes caress every inch of my body. " Really? She is a very smart girl, has the ability to learn foreign languages!"an elderly woman can't hide her happiness, and this insidious seducer grins. "You're exaggerating! She is constantly confused in the past tense verbs!" he mocks and deliberately me makes a fool of herself. "Are you talking about my Sinitsina now?" The teacher was indignant to the limit, as I dare to retort. " You know, it just so happened that Peter Alexandrovitch, my Professor at the University... " don't have time to finish as he immediately adds.