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it was a normal friday. it was the last day before students can go relax on weekends and come back next monday to suffer once again. mark chuckled at the thought. he used to die all the time during school hours but ever since he got a job as a teacher, he got to watch kids walk around and function like dead zombies and wanted the day to be over with. although, he felt bad that his students have been losing sleep due to the work they receive from other classes. it's not like he gave out a pound of homework to the kids, heck, he's a gym teacher. at first, he was about to go with being an english teacher but he didn't want to lecture about english. he found it tiring since it involved grammar and tons of shit and sure, he did well in english classes, but it sounded and felt very exhausting. so, he stuck with being a gym teacher because the students will just be exercising and playing sports. easy enough.
today's unit was learning the basics of soccer after running four laps as their warm up. it took a long ass time with learning how to dribble, pass, and having a few practice games but it went smoothly either way just like other days. after a long day, students were finally dismissed and went home. mark sighed contently and left the gym, grabbing his bag and jacket from the office and planning to leave until his phone vibrated in his back pocket of his pant. he fished it out and checked one notification which was from mr. lee- or taeyong. it felt weird to call him formally since after all, they're fellow mutuals who met through friends and he considered him as his kid.
lee taeyong
can you perhaps meet me in my office before you go home
sorry to bother
no no it's fine maybe it's something important?
i can come to your office now
thanks, i've been pretty busy lately
lol no shit
watch your fucking language kid
technically you did it to
is this some kind of canadian discrimination
i can't with you. but like hurry up i want to leave this hell hole
me too
the canadian sighed and shut his phone before putting it back in his pocket. he wondered what taeyong needed from him. as he walked to the principal's office, he stood outside and looked at the golden rectangular plate that had the word 'principal's office' into it. he waited for a few seconds before knocking on the door, receiving a 'come in.' the boy then opened the door and closed it behind him and saw the older was waiting for him in his chair with papers on his work desk.
"how many times do i have to tell you that you don't need to knock," mark watched the older sigh as he organized his papers that were laying around. the younger gave him a chuckle before taking a seat in front of the other.
"i was wondering why you need me, i mean, did any kids misbehave or?" the younger started throwing questions one after another but he was shut up by the older.
"no, no. it's not about that. anyway, i've been wondering if you can do this simple thing that i'll be giving you to do."
his eyebrows perked up in interest.
"well, i wouldn't mind, but what is it though?"
"you see," the canadian saw the korean grabbing the papers he had organized into stacks and separating them before spreading them next to each other, having them facing to the canadian, "these are the kids that are in class d and they don't have any teachers since their past teacher was mr. zhang. he had to retire due to some issues he's experiencing and if i were to replace him, there won't be any teachers since all of them are occupied with other classes. plus, i'm pretty certain everyone has a lot on their hands and don't need anymore."
the canadian boy nodded slowly, processing the information, "so you're saying that you want me to teach this class based on what i've heard?"
"basically. you don't seem to have much to do because you teach physical education anyway. problem is, you have to be their teacher for all subjects since as i said, the others are busy and have a lot of students that they divided it," the korean boy leaned back into his chair and sighed. "there's only six of them since class d is the lowest class you can get into, whilst class a to c have the most kids to the point you have to split them into several classes within the overall group they're in."
"six? well i don't see why they got into class d, i mean they seem decent and ordinary," mark started looking through the papers of each student from class d. he heard the other sigh which made him look up from the papers.
"it's... not easy to understand. i still don't fully understand so maybe you can try figuring it out? i mean you're in the same age range as them so i'm sure they'll feel less uncomfortable and tense around you."
"this should be easy since it's only six of them. by the way, if i start teaching this class, then who's gonna replace me?"
"yoonoh agreed that he'll become a gym teacher so he'll replace you. it's not because of that but there were already many teachers teaching for english classes."
their conversation lasted for about twenty-five minutes after resolving the small problem and taeyong helping mark with his transfer. it was confusing that he had to be the one teaching an entire different class, especially teaching all subjects since he was used to being a gym teacher. but it didn't mind him, he had said so himself that he is fully capable. he was pretty sure that class d won't give him a hard time. the boy continued walking out of school, now pondering what to eat for lunch and what groceries he needed to buy at the convenience store.
he hadn't realized it, but he didn't read the student papers fully, meaning he was clueless of how the class d students would act. including their reputation as what they call it, but mostly what they're known for by many people at school.