Paul.
Students file in, pockets full of mischief and glee. They groan as handouts are distributed in class. "Sir, but its the first day" they plead. "Lines of Symmetry!" I order in an orotund boom. Silence ensues. I am pleased.
I list the types of polygons. "Octagon; eight sides. Octopus; eight tentacles." I paused for a moment. "Which octopus received considerable media coverage this summer?"
"SIR, PAUL!" said the class in unison, smiling as they did.
A year has passed since I've been teaching. Today, I am content. Yes, still I have many aspirations. Theres that elusive degree, theres that foreign posting, there are houses and cars and college funds. But today, these are not my worries. Today, I am the alpha and it is my turn!
I list the types of polygons. "Octagon; eight sides. Octopus; eight tentacles." I paused for a moment. "Which octopus received considerable media coverage this summer?"
"SIR, PAUL!" said the class in unison, smiling as they did.
A year has passed since I've been teaching. Today, I am content. Yes, still I have many aspirations. Theres that elusive degree, theres that foreign posting, there are houses and cars and college funds. But today, these are not my worries. Today, I am the alpha and it is my turn!