The teacher stands in front of me as well as 80 rambunctious teenage boys. I stare into her turquoise eyes, knowing the pain she feels. The class seems to not even notice the sight of her at the front of the classroom. Year after year her class of boys destroys her day; I can only sit and hope that her classes of beautiful young ladies care about her enough to palliate her. Suddenly, the class is at full attention as the terrifying school principal enters the classroom. Our teacher begins to pluck at the 86 ivory keys resting upon the dark structure in the front of the room. The look on her face is full of amazement, although, I can tell that she is truly full of compunction. Taking it personally, she will never acquire the full attention of all these teenagers.
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