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‘Good morning class, go ahead and open your book on page 13. Today's topic is Socrates. Does anyone know who he is?’
You ask as you write SOCRATES on the whiteboard. You point at a girl in the front who has her hand up.
"Socrates is one of the most famous philosophers that has ever lived, coming with a lot of famous quotes."
"Thank you now, who can tell me what that means." You ask the class.
The same girl put her hand up and she was excited about the subject. They chose philosophy class for a reason.
"Mrs Evalyn thank you for your enthusiasm but leave some answers for the rest of the class."
She puts her hand down.
You turned around and started writing keywords on the whiteboard about Socrates. When you heard some boys whispering towards the girl, you could tell they weren’t being nice.
"Mr Abignale, why don't you share it with the class." you said disapprovingly and looked at him the same way.
"Go on, you weren't shy saying it to her, why not to the entire class Mr Abignale?"
"No? Well that's a shame, if you humiliate her I'm humiliating you."
"But miss-" He starts before you cut him off. "No but you know what you did."
‘So stand up and explain why you are getting what you did handed back to you, and make it philosophy related.’ You explain as you moved so he could stand in the middle.
He was nervous. ‘i- i.’
‘Don't look at me, you did this to yourself and everyone is on the edge of their seats to know why you would do what you did.’
"Wanted to be cool, or something"
"Why?" you ask
"Why want to be cool in a classroom? There's nothing here to impress except the gum stuck under all the tables, being cool at school does not decide your grades, so if you would start taking notes instead you could be cool and flex on your friends you got an A alright? You can sit down now."
You continue teaching. You don't like humiliating the kids like that so you had to make it a bit fun. But in your opinion you make good points.
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When school was finally over you got into your dented and scratched Honda Odyssey.
You only bought it after watching the Deadpool and Wolverine movie. And Deadpool was right the Honda Odyssey does fuck hard.
Well it did before some drunk guy beat it with a bat thinking it was his ex-girlfriend's car.
You arrived at your lovely one bedroom apartment where you almost got kicked out of. Because a philosophy teacher's salary doesn't really cover the rent.
But you got a slight raise three months ago so you can't complain and Janet has it worse than you.
Actually fuck that you’re allowed to complain why your life sucks.
You took off your shoes and coat and put them in their spot. You put your bag on your table and went to your kitchen to grab a glass of wine for yourself.
Actually the whole bottle is more like it.
You didn't care that it was a school night. That's why life invented anti-hungover mixtures.
You sat down on your couch and grabbed the only thing that gave you a sense of security and comfort; your laptop with your amazing pirated movies and games.
Because you don't want to support a company that supports evil happenings.
You log in onto your laptop and start up your comfort movie on the pirated website.
Which is obviously the one with trauma and depression because who doesn't like a movie that is a screaming mirror.
You could've been a historian or a writer with an amazing career and now instead you are watching marvel movies instead of grading tests because you have been feeling burned out lately.
But luckily the pain of your miserable life was over fast because you passed out from drinking the bottle empty.
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You dreamed weird flashes and screams. But you couldn't see anything. Your body was tingling. Is that in your dream or in real life?
Yeah this is not normal. You thought to yourself.
How did the Stroke thing go again? Why check for a stroke when you're dreaming.
Wait, how do you know your dreaming? Usually you wake up after you've clocked that you were dreaming.
How? This felt strange and oddly real.