Teacher Machine
Ring,
Ring. There goes the bell, the start to a new school year. New class,
new friends and new teacher. What will they be like? Strict or casual,
mean or nice? No one knows... well except the teacher.
Here
I am first time in this classroom, the teacher, Mr. Jack is sitting at
the head of the class. He looks like a nice guy, like he's going to help
us more than tell us off.
It’s
time for maths and I have a hard question. I had sit there for about
five minutes when the Mr. Jack came to and asked if I need help I said
yes and he started to give me examples of the type of question I was
stuck on, he even cracked a few jokes while he was at it. He is really
helpful.
Lunch has just finished and I’m really tired,
I was wondering how I was going to be able to get through the rest of
the day without falling asleep. Just when I was going to get my stuff
out, Mr. Jack announced that we had five minutes of rest. I couldn’t
believe my ears he was actually giving us time to rest, it’s like he
read my mind.
Well
resting time is over and I feel much better, I walk over to get my
stuff now I have to do writing the topic is free writing. I decide to
write about my new teacher and I start writing. Two hours pass like just
two minutes, and before I knew it it was half an hour till the end of
the day. Mr. Jack told us to pack up, I wondered what that was for.
I had finished packing up, Mr. Jack told us to line up outside because we’re going to play a game!
My new teacher is the best one I’ve had yet he’s everything I wanted him to be.
THE END
