Stripper Teacher - Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Selena Connara and I'm a teacher in fourth grade of elementary school. I'm twenty-four years old and, like everyone else here, I grade papers and homework that were poorly written and I have a terrible bun on my head (lazyness obliges!). I always feel like I live a double live, because I'm serious during the day while, at night, I wish I could just let it loose like every one of my girlfriends who are still in collegue or university. My days are always the same; no new student, no fire alarm pulled, nothing. Sometimes, I tell myself that it should be different... and, one day, my life completly changed...

Chapter 1

Today, it's the english exam. I already feel the students complaining at the thought of verbs but, honestly, in this beautiful day, I don't even mind. I understand them, I mean, I also was in their place, in this very school, a few years ago; it's only since september I'm in this scool and I'm very lucky that I immediately had a permanent position; sometimes, years of substitute are needed to get it. The good mam' Dubois retired from her fourth grade class and there was no one else to replace her.

I arrive in the parking lot of the Saint-Mary school driving my Mazda Miata, model of the year, which its paint shines when it peaks the sun. Without even looking, I lock the doors with the remote. My car contrasts from the others, some old cars that are beige, sometimes grey. Cars with rust spots, faded by time.

In this building, I'm the little baby, the new one, and despite not being everyone's cup of tea, I think I'm well respected in my field. On fridays, I make the students enter the school as soon as the bell rings, they put themselves in row according to which class they're in and enter class by class. My colleagues really seem to hate doing this, watching recess, but personnaly I don't see the inconvenient (except fights!), even that I adore when we have to sing. Today, we're going crazy, since it's the last day before spring break, moment we all waited for - children like adults!

Everyone is in, so I make sure to shut the door well. After going on the first floor, I arrive at my class, first one on the right, while delicately removing my scarf and my long coat. I greet my students, which they answer with less enthousiasm. I announce to them, like mentionned a few days earlier, that we'd do the verb exam and I can already hear some ughhhhs, really??? and I didn't even study!!, even some what, we had an exam?. Janie, the wise student from my class whose desk is very close to mine, looks at me with her blue eyes, waiting patiently for the exam. She reads my mind, even that, right now, I'm sure we think the same thing;

Yeah, Janie, I know who's gonna fail and I know that you, you'll be done first, I was telling myself quietly in my head. She reminds me of me, younger, and thinking of that makes me smile. But, contrary to popular beliefs, Janie is not a teacher's pet, she's only very good in school and doesn't piss me off; our complicity is amazing.

Without further do, we begin this exam. Everyone writes, scribbles and smears their paper. I take that opportunity to grade previous essays; it's so easy to see who studied, who's naturally gifted and who doesn't care about their grades, even tho most of them swear they study every night. After that, I plan what we could do after spring break, without forgetting what I could do for myself during these five days off : going somewhere with my gilfriends, yeah, but where? Lost in my thoughts, I barely heard the bell ring, and barely noticed it was recess until a lot of papers went on my desk. The recess was followed by a simple math exam on multiplications that I let them do in teams, to Jordan's demand and the 24 pity eyes of other students. Paper and chair screeching chair sounds were heard, and even tho most of them seem to be talking about their weekend plans, I don't feel bitter today; they seem to be doing their work at the same time, might as well talk about what they went. Lunch time rings, students give me their exercise book that instantly discourages me. I bring them in the teacher's lounge, where I'm happy to finally eat. Despite looks, I take joy at eating my salad which is, opposed to what they think, not the reason I'm so thin; I've always been skinny. Also, a few years ago, I've had my breast done due to a complex; seems like when we don't have fat anywhere, it also means on our chest! What I called my mosquito bites were now beautiful perky breasts so, whatever what I wear, I seem provocative, but I don't care. Today, I wear a blouse that conceals as much as possible my upper curves and tight jeans with leather boots. Some tens of minutes later, my students come back. I told them that, since they were nice all morning and that it's the last friday before break, that we're going to play outside; thing is, I forgot the work we were supposed to do at home! Two hours later, the yellow buses arrive as the last bell of the day rings; hugs and kisses from friend to then notice the new hand marks on my car. I can finally enjoy the fact that I'm off. The sun shines through the finger prints of kids...

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