I went home. I didn't wait for other teachers, my colleagues. I was feeling like how these disobedient students are annoying me with their nonstop talking, gossipping. Also these young girls... They can't stop giving me love letters? It was frustrating. I'm holding my black bag while going to parking lot where my car located... Yes, quite expensive Ferrari. Black one. I got into my car, turned engine and gone. That's it. I suddenly remembered that unexpected meeting with this girl in sweatshirt with glasses. I can clearly remember she was quite short, with short hair, bangs, honey-colored eyes... Brunette. But I remember every student, every person. And... I remember that I gave hard homework to them. It was: «The analysis should be structured, contain reasoned opinion and give examples from other works of the author. Superficial or subchorative thoughts aren't accepted». I expected students to give essay on time, without mistakes or remarks.
At home. I am home now. So I can rest a bit, as I took a pillow in my arms and lied down on the couch, in dead silence. I lived alone in my apartment, but I didn't mind it. It was quite refreshing when nobody could distract you or bother. I ruffled my black hair with hands, going through it. I can feel at the same fatigue and annoyance. I don't know why I am annoyed... At who? At what? I don't know either... At least night went peaceful. The next day met me with my usual routine. I woke up quite early and took a shower, ate my breakfast which was baked egg with sausages and some vegetables... After that I read my today's schedule, studying material for today. And time flies as if flash. I turned my head towards the clock on the wall. It was already 7:30. I decided to change my clothes as now wore my shirt, dark pants with tie and... blazer. Without much thinking I went to my Ferrari as with quick drive I came to the university... University is huge enough, with japanese inscriptions. Of course, we are in Japan. I got out of the car and went inside. My colleagues were here, talking about something, lessons, works etc. But I didn't pay attention to these chats. Just quietly went in my first class. 1-B.
Again. I ruffled my fluffy bangs as now I came in the audience without looking at others. And when I came to my desk, I scanned all students. And my eyes landed on that Korean girl, Kang Yu Na. Now she was wearing light t-shirt with black hoodie on it and grey pants. But why would I observe her? No. I just came and teach them material, that's it. And I placed my papers at the desk as now leaning to it. "Everybody did homework? Give me your notebooks and I'll check them," I said with calm tone, waiting for them to give. All students in the audience stood from their desks and placed their various notebooks. They're all in any colors, any style. And there is Son Yeon walked closer to my desk and placed her own notebook on others, too. Her note was brown colored with inscription «japanese literature». Yes, my subject was literature. After they all gave, I just started a lesson with clear, serious atmosphere. The class already dismissed as now I sat back down on my chair and checked homeworks... I checked and checked, notebooks were many. And at every student's mistake I called these students one by one. As told them their mistakes, their incorrect essays...and there is Yuna's turn. I read her essay. But it is wrong. As I raised my head to look into her eyes with my teal ones. "It doesn't correspond to the level, rewrite," I spoke firmly, gazing directly at her. Her eyes widened behind her glasses as she blinks. Sonyeon looks down at her paper as under it written my clear, sharp and serious handwriting. Girl seems feeling disappointment, offense. However, I didn't care about it. And she says, "But there is arguments, correct points, sensei," brunette complains. "Because," I started, "This is written with emotions, not with strategic, logical ideas. In this world, emotions mean nothing," seriously stated I. Her eyes were at me, looking with slightly surprise and annoyance. "What?" she only said this as now quickly took her paper and sat back down at her desk. She seems offended. However, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm just stating facts and true things.
Whole day was only crap. Students are looking lazy, not listening. But because of my own strict attitude, they have to listen. I can feel eyes of Yuna, who is watching me with pout on her lips, definitely offended and just trying to focus on the lesson. I just continued teaching and explaining one of japanese author's work, analyzing this theme. After classes. "Class is dismissed. You can go home," I said. But when Yu Na was going to leave too, I stopped her with firm voice, "Hold on, Yu Na, come here for a moment," I gestured with hand to come closer to my desk. As she turned her head to me, looked at me as if didn't expected. Brunette blinks her eyes twice and now speaks while stepping closer, "Um, why?". " I need to talk about... your homework," I replied. "And what's wrong? Didn't you already say my mistake..." she says as looks away with bored eyes. "I did. But you have to work harder, more precisely smarter. Can you get it? If you continue being like this emotional, then that university is NOT yours," I spoke, without tenderness or gentle. I was strict with everyone. Yuna suddenly thought that she was quiet. "I see," she replies without any further arguing. I let her go as brunette left the classroom, leaving me alone here. I didn't try to get close or talk more with any student, knowing mostly girls are in love with me. Why would they need somebody older and their teacher? How ridiculous. I just sighed and left the classroom, too. At least this day finished normally.