My teacher

     The sound of chatter filled the hallway as a swarm of students mobbed through like a clogged pipe. I walked through the mass of students rushing to make it to class on time. Take my sweet leisure time I walked down the hallway looking at the people as they passed me. A student crashed into my shoulder as he tried to weave through the incoming traffic. I brushed off my shoulders and continued calmly. I sighed as the door way to the class room loomed into view. "Another day," I thought to myself. I stopped in front of the door way and waited as the flow of students rushed past me. I saw an opportunity and dashed forward dodging and sidestepping around students.
     I walked into the room and was greeted by a rush of uncomfortably muffling warm air. My teacher was passing out papers taking no notice of my presence. He left the room, standing by the door wear glaring at passing students with judging eyes.  I put on my poker face and sat down with an expressionless face. More students walked in until the bell rang, echoing through the once flooded hallways. The door shut behind him as her re-entered the room, shutting my hopes of freedom. He sat down and glared at us with menacing eyes through his black rimmed glasses. He said good morning in Spanish and we repeated the same back at him in a robotic unison. As usual, he told us to take out our homework as he got up holding his clipboard. He walked down the aisles, eyeing our homework as he went. He stopped suddenly at the student who had a guilty face. He raised one eye brow. "No homework?" He said. The girl shock her head in fear and he took his blood red pen and made little marks on his suspicious clipboard. He sat back down and began to review homework.
      He took out a bundle of Popsicle sticks, tied together by a rubber band. With a quick sharp snap he undid the rubber band. Various students names were written on each stick. He picked on and looked at it. He announced the students name which rang through the room. The student nervously began to answer the question from the homework. He continued this until a he reaches one student. He asked the student what the phrase meant. The student stared at his paper with a black stare as beads of sweat collected on his forehead. " Well," he said. "If you don't know what your homework means, that is a zero." He picked up his pen and like a sword make several quick slashes across the paper. My heart pace quicken as the a premonition flashed in my head. His hands reached for the pile and picked up another stick. With the few milliseconds I had i quickly tried to decipher the foreign language. He said my name with a sharp tone which hung in the air with each syllable. I cringed and picked up my paper and started at it. I gulped and slowly answered. I waited for a reply. "Correct." he said as he continued. I sighed and time began to flow normally again. I looked out the window and sighed. "Another day in Spanish class." I thought to myslef.