Teachers Pet_(0)

I’m a fifteen year old high school student and I guess I’m pretty average in most ways. My grades are about average and my social life is OK but with sports and spending time with the rock band I’m in, I don’t have a lot of free time.

In high school everyone has a Home Room where you start every school day. Every year you get a new one and this year I was put in Miss. Porter’s room. She’s a thirty something English teacher with blond hair and a nice figure but what I noticed most about her was her smile. She has a smile that lights up a room. You know the kind I mean. When she smiles, you just know the rest of the day will be great. At first she didn’t pay very much attention to me and so my first few weeks in school were pretty much the same as every other year. Then one day my English Teacher Mr. Ballard gave us an assignment to write a critical analysis of a book we read over the summer and things changed.

I was not very confident in what I wrote or how I wrote it so in Home Room I asked Mss. Porter to go over it for me.

“Why don’t you ask your teacher to do this? She asked

“I’m kind of embarrassed” I said “ and besides Mr. Ballard kind of creeps me out” I said not knowing how she would respond.

“Oh I see” she said and then she smiled and leaned toward me whispering in my ear. “He kind of creeps me out too” she whispered with a smile and a little laugh. “Ok, when is it due” she asked. I told her that it was due the next day and she said she would read it during the day and I could pick it up after my last class of the day.

At the end of the day I went back to her class room and she was sitting alone at her desk holding my paper. As I walked in she looked up and smiled that smile that I was telling you about and said “come on in and leave the door open please.” I looked at her funny and told me “Teachers can’t be alone in a room with a student with the door closed anymore. It’s school policy.” She explained with a shrug of her shoulders. I went over to her desk and just stood there while she continued looking at my paper.

“Well Scott, can I call you Scott? She said

“Yea of course” I told her

“This is not a bad first draft but I think you missed the mark in a few places. If you look where I marked it and make a few changes, I think you could make it an A paper. I particularly liked where you compared the writing to this poem, but I don’t recognize the author.”

“That’s cuz it’s mine” I said kind of embarrassed.

She sat back in her chair and looked at me kind of funny and said “It’s beautiful, you should write more poetry.”

“It’s not really poetry.” I said “their lyrics to a song I wrote”

She smiled and said “Well I’d love to hear it sometime”

“Well our band is playing at the school dance this Friday and I’ll probably be playing it then. If you’re going to be there.”

“As a matter of fact I am going to be one of the chaperones for the dance.