A teacher walks into his classroom, looking a little tired but ready to do the job he never really wanted to do. He looks round and he sees horrid scribbles written on his whiteboard. The scribbles read, ‘Pedo!’ in all different styles of hurried writing and graffiti. He hurries to his desk and opens up his desk to grab a bottle of cleaner. He slams the drawer shut and with a depressive anger in his eyes starts to clean the personal attack off of his board. This teacher has been out of work for a couple of weeks due to the recent allegations of perversion towards a male student.
His class comes in and he tries to take the register as normally as possible. However the gaps left between the names was a fatal mistake. Students take turns to shout out derogatory terms disguised as coughs. He notices it from the very first one. He hastily continues through. The students get louder, his resolve is diminishing.
He explodes off of his desk with rage never seen by his class before. He shouts and even swears. He realizes how he is acting and leaves his classroom. Storming out of the school and walking to his home, just around the corner.
The closeness of his home to his workplace killed him when he was suspended, he saw his students walk past, knowing that they would be receiving a substandard supply lesson. He never wanted to be a teacher but he put his all into his job. He particularly tried to help one very troubled student out but he may have got too passionate in his help. The accusations are the whisper of the staff as well as the pupils. He really has no allies to help him in his battle.
At home he goes over to the drinks cupboard, his best friend recently. He was and is not a heavy drinker but he found himself knocking back tumbler after tumbler of vodka, whiskey and any other spirit he could get his hands on. His tie is not very skewed and his shirt raggedy. He staggers to the door to go out. But where is he heading? Surely not… he’s drunk!
