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The Teacher
Every day is basically the same. I get up at 6:00 am to take my morning shower, wrap myself into my robe, tumbles for my black edged glasses on the night table, without them I wouldn’t make it thru the day. Then I take out my clothes and neatly place them on my bed. I usually end up with a pair of dark jeans, a colored shirt and a dark jacket to go with it. When I’m all dressed, combed and got the gel in my hair, which is getting so long my fringe reaches my nose and the rest of my head is just a fuzzy ball of chocolate brown straight hair with some volume. I make my way to the kitchen to get me some coffee and a bagel as breakfast. Coffee makes life worth living in my opinion. At 7:15 when I’ve watched some TV, finished my coffee and read the newspaper, I take a last look in the mirror in the hallway by the front door. I’m skinny; I may look a bit too skinny because of my length. Skinny, tall, guys always looks skinnier than they actually are. I work out sometimes, so I don’t have a complete nerdy body, I got some muscles going on. As I stand here and think about myself and my life, I can’t help but wonder if I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. I love my work, I love coming to school every day and teach and embrace the youth of young learning. But sometimes I can’t help but wonder if there is more to it than just history. I’ve been working at the same school for two years now. I don’t want to change school, I don’t want to get into something new, but I just feel there’s something missing.
I shake my head and grab my worn out briefcase and leave the house. I live by myself and my little white cat Kiwi, in an apartment just outside of town. It’s a quiet little place and not too far away from the city. Perfect.
Iget out to my car, a black Volvo, nothing fancy with my kind of salary, and getbehind the steering wheel. I look atmyself in the mirror and sigh.
“Congratulations Alexander Roth, you’re now 25 years old and not getting anyyounger." I smile towards myself. “Happy birthday you fucking moron."
Ny berättelse som jag jobbar på, finns mer om det skulle vara så (a) Cheers <3
Every day is basically the same. I get up at 6:00 am to take my morning shower, wrap myself into my robe, tumbles for my black edged glasses on the night table, without them I wouldn’t make it thru the day. Then I take out my clothes and neatly place them on my bed. I usually end up with a pair of dark jeans, a colored shirt and a dark jacket to go with it. When I’m all dressed, combed and got the gel in my hair, which is getting so long my fringe reaches my nose and the rest of my head is just a fuzzy ball of chocolate brown straight hair with some volume. I make my way to the kitchen to get me some coffee and a bagel as breakfast. Coffee makes life worth living in my opinion. At 7:15 when I’ve watched some TV, finished my coffee and read the newspaper, I take a last look in the mirror in the hallway by the front door. I’m skinny; I may look a bit too skinny because of my length. Skinny, tall, guys always looks skinnier than they actually are. I work out sometimes, so I don’t have a complete nerdy body, I got some muscles going on. As I stand here and think about myself and my life, I can’t help but wonder if I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. I love my work, I love coming to school every day and teach and embrace the youth of young learning. But sometimes I can’t help but wonder if there is more to it than just history. I’ve been working at the same school for two years now. I don’t want to change school, I don’t want to get into something new, but I just feel there’s something missing.
I shake my head and grab my worn out briefcase and leave the house. I live by myself and my little white cat Kiwi, in an apartment just outside of town. It’s a quiet little place and not too far away from the city. Perfect.
Iget out to my car, a black Volvo, nothing fancy with my kind of salary, and getbehind the steering wheel. I look atmyself in the mirror and sigh.
“Congratulations Alexander Roth, you’re now 25 years old and not getting anyyounger." I smile towards myself. “Happy birthday you fucking moron."
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