- Feb 15, 2008
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She was the object of my affection, fire of my loins.This is something like a lolita tale, if you include the age difference. I must start from the beginning. I moved to America when I was seventeen from San german, puerto Rico and I have been passing foe white or italian to be specific, ever since. I highly reguarded as one the most hardest working teachers at st.Lawrence in long island. There is where I met her. Laila, she was the most beautiful being in the whole establishment. I'll tell you I had never witnessed such grace. Unfortunately she was a student, and I had a reputation to keep. Still that didnot rear my curiosity. It was the first day of school,I had just finished a much needed smoke before arriving to my first period class. I make it a priority to give off a brooding, strict exterior when dealing with new students. It helps keep them focused when they know they got a teacher who doesn't **** around. Excuse my language. I entered the room slowly, examining my next victims. They all looked to piss in their pants. Then there she conviently was, with her fingers intertwined and legs crossed. I almost broke out in a sweat from her presence. She was wearing the school uniform. A white short sleeve button up with a navy blue pleated skirt. She obviously wore it best, and although it was September she made the room feel like July. She was also the only black student in the whole class and maybe
the only few in the whole school. She was actually what this school needed, color. I thought as I reflected on my own guilt of passing for something I knew I wasnt.
"My name is Mr.Antonello..not Mr. and defitinitly not YO..I will be your Spanish teacher for the next mine months so advise you get use to me cause this is
It folks....
The students did their moans and groans, yet she just looked ok with queTion in her eyes. I tried my best to keeps questions hidden within my pupils.
" Mr. Antonello are we taking the Spanish profiency this year?"
" YOu most certainly are, is there a problem ms.Laila?"
" no......how'd you know my name?"
" I know all my students names, by heart now If you don't mind I'd like to begin"
" yes sir " was all she said wth a confused expression on her face. I continued hoping to see her brown eyes graze into mine throught our first lesson.
Sorry everyone I'm typing this on my iPod touch and it is really difficult to write. I'll try n post the rest soon I just wanted to get something up. Thank you guys. I hope its good enough to continue
the only few in the whole school. She was actually what this school needed, color. I thought as I reflected on my own guilt of passing for something I knew I wasnt.
"My name is Mr.Antonello..not Mr. and defitinitly not YO..I will be your Spanish teacher for the next mine months so advise you get use to me cause this is
It folks....
The students did their moans and groans, yet she just looked ok with queTion in her eyes. I tried my best to keeps questions hidden within my pupils.
" Mr. Antonello are we taking the Spanish profiency this year?"
" YOu most certainly are, is there a problem ms.Laila?"
" no......how'd you know my name?"
" I know all my students names, by heart now If you don't mind I'd like to begin"
" yes sir " was all she said wth a confused expression on her face. I continued hoping to see her brown eyes graze into mine throught our first lesson.
Sorry everyone I'm typing this on my iPod touch and it is really difficult to write. I'll try n post the rest soon I just wanted to get something up. Thank you guys. I hope its good enough to continue
