Summer Classes

Summer semester began at Tokyo-Zion Academy. Most of the college students went home. Only a small handful stayed behind. Noiz herself would stay in her office and do some paperwork. A few teachers had to stay and teach the class.

Not by choice, some of them.

Margaret walked up to the gate and groaned. Why did she have to come back for summer and teach classes? She just wanted to go home and sleep. Noiz just called her up last week and dropped the news on her. Margaret sat up in bed with big eyes.

“What?!” she asked.

“I’m sorry,” Noiz said. “I’m really short with the number of teachers I need this semester.”

“Can’t you call someone else?”

“I already have Tony, T.J., Diamond, Josie, and Kellie.”

“So?”

“I just need five more teachers for the semester.”

Margaret frowned. “But why me?”

“Please?” The squealing over the other line made Margaret grit her teeth.

“No!”

“Please?”

“No!”

“Please?” This went on for about ten minutes before Maggie groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Alright, fine!” she said. “I’ll do it!”

“Thank you so much!” Noiz said. Margaret rolled her eyes and dropped back onto the bed as the boss hung up.

Today, Margaret walked down the hall of the South Campus with her hand shoved into her shorts’ pockets. She would’ve been sound asleep this morning. But no, here she was walking to a classroom on the first day of the summer semester. Thirteen students would be stuck with her for the next six weeks. Margaret stood in front of door and rolled her eyes.

“I am going to get you for this, Noiz,” she muttered to herself. The Southern woman puffed up her cheeks and opened the door. The thirteen pairs of eyes sitting inside looked just as worn out as she was. The looks on their faces shared her sentiment. Margaret groaned as she walked into the room. I really have to do this crap? Might as well get this over with. She walked up to the chalkboard and wrote her down her name.

“Good morning class,” she said in a fake cheerful voice. “My name in Boney-sensei and I will be your Literary Studies I professor for the summer.” Silence filled the room. One guy already had his head down on his desk.

“Come on,” Margaret said. “I know that it’s summer, but if you can survive today, you can pull through for the rest of the semester.” She chuckled in the back of her head. Who the hell am I trying to kid? Even I don’t believe this crap coming out of my mouth. Nobody dared to speak. This class would be going for an hour? Already, the time was crawling. To add insult to injury, Margaret would have to teach this class again later in the afternoon. Noiz would owe her big time for this. The Alabama woman puffed up her bangs.

“Right,” she muttered. “Here is the syllabus. Let us go around introducing ourselves.” Margaret stood up and began passing around the papers to the thirteen students. Only five minutes in and she still had to get through the introductions.

First Day of Summer Classes