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Eddie Shackleton was bored, deeply bored. He stared at the dregs in his early morning coffee cup and sighed, wondering exactly how it had come to this. When Eddie had moved from the UK five years ago he had such high hopes of a new life and progressive carrer. He had some strong ideas on education and felt sure that he was destined to inspire his students and achieve greatness. However, here he was, sitting at his desk at the front of the classroom awaiting the bell to ring and signal the start of the new term, and he was filled with apathy. His students didn't care about the history he taught and he didn't care enough to try that hard any more. It was seniors first lesson of the year, that meant the french revoultion, 'oh joy' he thought. Madame guilotine appealed to him sometimes, at 30 yrs old deeply in debt, alone in the world and thoroughly disenchanted.
The bell rang and Eddie or Mr Shackleton as his students new him tried to gird up his loins for the day ahead, he threw the plastic cup toward the bin, and missed. "bugger" he sighed. He was picking it up when his door burst open and they flooded in chattering noisily, how he envied their enthusiasm and confidence in the world. "all right, all right, settle down" he called as the students found their seats. Standing at the front his six foot stature allowed him a good view to see his new charges.
The bell rang and Eddie or Mr Shackleton as his students new him tried to gird up his loins for the day ahead, he threw the plastic cup toward the bin, and missed. "bugger" he sighed. He was picking it up when his door burst open and they flooded in chattering noisily, how he envied their enthusiasm and confidence in the world. "all right, all right, settle down" he called as the students found their seats. Standing at the front his six foot stature allowed him a good view to see his new charges.