Quoted By:
Your sweat runs cold and your eye starts to twitch as you feel the united force of every eye in the lecture hall pressing down on you like a judgemental panini press… your heart races… your throat runs dry.
It feels like…
It’s almost as if…
… You’re on <span class="mu-s">STAGE!</span>
Your fears and worries slip away as if someone had yanked a stopper free from a drain as the realization settles in: you’re a <span class="mu-s">SUBSTITUTE TEACHER!</span> You don’t have any expectations to meet–you might as well be a glorified babysitter! It’s just like magic, you think to yourself as a cocky grin slips onto your face… you’re here to dazzle… to entertain!
So, you begin in a tone that matches your new expression, how’s everybody doing today? Your answer comes in many forms: a few coughs, claws tapping away at unseen tablets, and a quiet insult under somebody’s breath that you can’t quite hear or locate!
“Can I go get water?” Asks a Gnok student near the top with mustard-colored eyes!
Sure, you shrug, just come back before class ends!
The smile that appears on the student’s face seems a bit too wide for someone getting water, but that’s not your problem, is it? Clearing your throat, you decide to get things moving alo-
“Can <span class="mu-i">I</span> get water too?”
No, you frown, not until that guy comes back!
“How much time is left in class?” Whines another!
You know this trick better than anyone--you went to public school, after all! They’re trying to rock the boat–bristle your britches! Leaning over to a whimpering Obber, you whisper a quick ‘<span class="mu-i">follow my lead</span>’ before getting the show on the road!
Taking the lesson plans in hand, you herald the beginning of your lesson with an exaggerated grunt before launching the tablets across the lecture hall! In your mind they would have gone out a large window or something more dramatic, but in this case they simply smack against the wall with a few loud <span class="mu-s">THUD</span>S!
Don’t worry, you begin as you rest an elbow on your lectern, we’re not gonna need <span class="mu-i">THOSE</span> today! You pause for a laugh, maybe a cheer or two, but no dice. Anyways, you sigh, you’re <span class="mu-s">PROFESSOR YULER…</span> and you’re gonna go a little off the rails today, so try to keep up!
“What’s with the Makaar?” Asks a softspoken Mzz’goe’virr near the front! “Is it part of the lesson?”
Yes and no, you reply with a wink! This here is <span class="mu-s">PROFESSOR NIKNIK</span>, and watch out! He’s a bit of a hardass!
The lecture hall erupts in gasps and giggles, but whether it’s due to ‘Niknik’s introduction or your swear is hard to tell… these students can’t be that young, right? Can… are you <span class="mu-i">allowed</span> to swear?
CRAP, you begin anew with a cheeky wink, let’s BITCH this HELLING class up, shall we?
The class falls silent again. Alright, maybe it <span class="mu-i">was</span> the Makaar…
>CONTD.
