âAnd donât forget your homeworkâ I shouted to no one in particular as my students rushed towards the door âNo less then 2000 wordsâ I added absently as I shuffled the papers on my desk. As stamped died down I looked up and shook my head as I saw Addison still sitting in her seat.
I wasnât surprised, it was the same each and every day. She was always the last to leave, long after the others had bolted for the door you could always find her, meticulously collecting her things and slipping them neatly into her bag.
I sighed as I stacked the papers on the edge of my desk on top of the already large pile, disheartened I realised it would take hours to get through that pile. Most of which I would be required to read through twice just to make sense of the mindless dribble. I glanced up and caught Addison peering at me through those dark framed glasses of hers. She quickly looked away, Blushing slightly as she slung her bag over her shoulder.
âCome on Miss Johnson, People will think you donât have a home to go toâ I said with a genuine smile. She was one of those students every teacher dreamt of finding, Her thirst for knowledge seemed to have no end. Out of a class of 30, Addison was the only one I felt certain would pass, Pass with flying colours at that.
I watched as she headed for the door, Before turning back to the pile of marking waiting my attention. The first paper had me running my fingers through my close cropped hair before I had even finished the first paragraph. Letting it slip from my fingers I glanced up at the open door.
Pushing myself up out of my seat I quickly crossed the floor, Stepping out into the hallway I glanced along the corridor at the solitary figure making her way towards the exit âAddisonâ¦â¦..I mean Miss Johnson, Do you know what a T.A. isâ
I wasnât surprised, it was the same each and every day. She was always the last to leave, long after the others had bolted for the door you could always find her, meticulously collecting her things and slipping them neatly into her bag.
I sighed as I stacked the papers on the edge of my desk on top of the already large pile, disheartened I realised it would take hours to get through that pile. Most of which I would be required to read through twice just to make sense of the mindless dribble. I glanced up and caught Addison peering at me through those dark framed glasses of hers. She quickly looked away, Blushing slightly as she slung her bag over her shoulder.
âCome on Miss Johnson, People will think you donât have a home to go toâ I said with a genuine smile. She was one of those students every teacher dreamt of finding, Her thirst for knowledge seemed to have no end. Out of a class of 30, Addison was the only one I felt certain would pass, Pass with flying colours at that.
I watched as she headed for the door, Before turning back to the pile of marking waiting my attention. The first paper had me running my fingers through my close cropped hair before I had even finished the first paragraph. Letting it slip from my fingers I glanced up at the open door.
Pushing myself up out of my seat I quickly crossed the floor, Stepping out into the hallway I glanced along the corridor at the solitary figure making her way towards the exit âAddisonâ¦â¦..I mean Miss Johnson, Do you know what a T.A. isâ