The new teacher
‘MuuuNNNchhhKiiiinnn… my little sweet Muunchkiiin’‘Noooo,not now!’ - this was Kate’s first thought after her mum’s singing-style voice shattered the most beautiful scene of her dream.
The sloppy opera-like melody continued. ‘You should waaake up! You will be laatee!’
Kate really wanted to continue her dream, so she ignored Molly’s voice, and almost fell asleep again when suddenly an unknown, yet familiarly known light hit her face. It was like an attack, rude and cruel. ‘Open your eyeees sweetheaaart!’
If it was the terrible waving voice or the freshly pouring light(which came from the opened shutter) it was not clear for Kate, but anything it was, it made her eyes open.
She looked at her mum with an empty, dumb look.
‘It’s moorniing.. Come, eat your breakfaaaast’
Kate started to dress up. Molly fully opened the window and commented on her action : ‘that panty will not gooood’.
Kate was sure that the whole district heard these words. Her face became red. Not that she didn’t get used to this style, Mrs. Walker has been like this since she gave birth to Kate 11 years ago. But still she suffered from it, not that terribly much, but as we suffer from the hot weather or the ice rain, a natural phenomena that you can’t avoid, so it’s more clever to accept it.
‘Why I can’t decide what to wear?’ she tried with a weak protestation.
‘You are too small yet to decide.. Okay.. you can have a little say on the subject.. ‘
Kate sighted. It was an eternal argument between them, and without exception, always her mum won at the end.
On the way to the school(Molly still carried her by car) Kate imagined a life where she wore what she wanted, ate what she wanted, watched what she wanted, and her mum spoke in a normal, human tone. While she was daydreaming about this, they reached the school. It was about a 45 min journey, short for doing anything important, but long enough to get bored. They left the car quickly.
Mrs. Walker hugged Kate in a way, as the bleeding hearted mothers do, who said farewell to their sons, who will die heroic death for America in a bloody and miserable war.
‘Munchkin, don’t forget about anything, watch out for Miss Helga’s class, and most importantly go to pee before the class!’ Kate wanted to sink. Dan Taylor, a son of a prominent lawyer, just arrived. He looked at Kate with rather pitying eyes than mockingly, but she still felt terrible. But the time was not suitable for thinking about it, the ring of the school called them to study.
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‘So children’ - said Miss Helga - ‘after finally there is a small silence in the class, we can return for our divisions with fractions. ‘ She was a young 28 years old woman, but her style and gestures made her appearance a bit older. She looked around in the class with her cold-green eyes, and sat back on her chair.
‘Miss Egga..?’ Dan’s negligent voice burst the pleasant bubble, which - for a few seconds -surrounded the tired teacher.
‘Yes, Dan?’ ‘Miss Helga pretended that she was interested, but her bored voice betrayed her.
‘Miss Egga..’ - repeated Dan ‘.. I wanna take a whiz..’
Helga closed her eyes for a second. ‘We talked over this thousand times Dan! You can’t go to “take a whiz” as you say. Please try to concentrate on the class.’
‘But should I piss my pants?? You can’t do that with children Miss, ya?’
‘Stay in your place!’ Helga was angry already.
‘Come on Miss Helga, I can’t handle and all, ya’
‘You will handle it, for you MUST handle it! I was clear enough??’
‘I wouldn’t be that sure in this Mis Hega..’ Dan’s grimming face didn’t promise too much good. Helga wasn’t sure if Dan really would wet his underwear, but she also was not sure that she wanted to risk it.
‘Okay, you won. Off you go, and be here in 3 minutes, okay??’
‘Ok, ok teacher.. No worries.’
In the same minute as Dan left the classroom a squeaking sound snapped to Helga’s ear. ‘I alsoooo want to peeeee!!’
The horrible sound came from a boy in a wheelchair, he was Yosif, the cripple of the class. His whole body jerked as he tried to press out the words in his mouth. It was quite a scary sight, nevertheless Helga was not afraid at all. She got used to it, since Yosif went to her class 6 years ago.
The irritated teacher turned to Yosif. ‘O-okay, based on Hans’s idiotic rule, I suppose I can’t say “No” to you.’ She said reluctantly.
‘Yeah, you can’t for sure’ said the strange boy with a grinning face.
‘Okay, I’ll call Hans’ said Miss Helga and she left the room.
Monsieur Hans Woralberg - the (french) owner and principal of this weird school - held his class at the moment. Six children - the youngest was 7 years old, the oldest was 9 - followed his speech with a curious face. If you would doubt that they were really curious about what the teacher says, we can answer to you only, that Hans was a very very interesting person, he was able to impress almost anyone with his grotesque, but always interesting style.
This idyllic situation was disturbed by Miss Helga, who had just arrived. ‘Hans’ - started the always nervous teacher - ‘little Yosif need a tiny help’
‘Just a tiny?’ Hans mused a bit - ‘It’s.. sooo weird.’
Helga ignored Hans' last words. ‘Yes, the usual one. Small business.’
‘Fine, it’s fine.’ - replied Hans with a smile. After their short, but meaningful conversation, He picked up the little cripple boy and took him to the toilet.
At the end of the class, when everybody, even Dan and Yosif also returned to their places, Miss Helga announced some news.
‘The next class, as you all know, would be German by miss Zimmermann. But as it’s also widely known…’
‘She got allergic from my continuous exhaust fumes ..!’ interrupted Miss Helga’s sentence Dan in a loud voice.
The teacher frowned. ‘Pardon?’ she asked.
‘He is farting like hell!’ shouted Mayca.
‘Hmmm, maybe guys... maybe.. ‘ said Miss Helga ‘ But according to her valediction it was her health problems that made her go.’
‘I would say the same’ grinned Mayca ‘If I would her’.
‘Yeeeahhh’ this incredible voice came from Dan.
‘I’m really happy for your enthusiasm, children. Certainly you will be very happy as well, if I also tell you that Hans has already found a new teacher, who will hold the next class for you. ‘
‘Nah, and who a f@ck is that..?’ Dan asked loosy.
Helga at this time ignored the dirty part in Dan’s question. ‘He is Mr. Victor Karuma Madson and..”
‘What a name? Is he Japanese or what a f@ck?’ Mayca and Dan asked the same questions.
‘Yes, as he is Japanese, therefore he will be a more than ideal japanese teacher!’
‘Whhhhaaatt?? But Miss.. until now we learned German!’ a black haired , latina-like girl looked at Helga with wide opened eyes.
But Miss Helga already left the class.
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