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The physicist stroked his beard, took a deep breath from the cigarette, and started laughing.
Have you read his last article?
Virginia Woolf told
Who would read that boring woman...
The physicist was right, the stream of consciousness technique was of no importance to teenagers, I had to tell true stories. Wasn't this my purpose in coming to this country? Getting to know new people and new cultures.
And I had witnessed many events in my long teaching life, it was time to write about these events.
I overheard the teachers' conversations while they were on recess, drinking tea in the cold air and blowing cigarette smoke into the air.
I was giving too much attention to the students and not setting limits, my classroom management was poor, this was not England, etc. etc.
One thing they forgot was that we were all students once and our only duty should not be to load information. It was a mistake to see them as a racehorse and expect them to just study.
I smoked my cigarette away from them and started walking slowly up the stairs.
The gorgeous couple was standing next to the radiator as usual, waiting for the teacher's bell to ring.
The brunette fell in love again and the brunette found someone from her hometown.
-Are you entering 11 A, sir?
-No
I realized that you liked a boy from that class, but I wasn't really into that class.
In fact, she had dyed her brunette hair red.
I was having a hard time keeping track of her love life.
I wanted to take my last class and get home for a while. I hadn't sent an article to the newspaper for a few days.
I found a new site on the computer in the teachers' room during lunch break.
evolutionary tree
I just added my first blog post.
When the article was finished, Diyar appeared next to me with her class notebook in her hand.
You forgot to sign, sir.
When I turned around, I saw her, she was wearing make-up today, the head of the school's disciplinary board, a harsh teacher.
His black eyes were looking at me under thin glasses, but only for a few seconds.
After the last lesson, Bahar came to study with a book in her hand.
She didn't have much time, and it wouldn't be good if the vice principal saw her next to a male teacher.
-From where? Are you his daughter or wife or sister?
I honestly couldn't understand what this girl said.
In the future, I would understand why s he spoke this way.
It seemed strange to me that she was so afraid of the assistant manager and yet wanted to continue working at the cafe.
Bahar was a brunette girl, 1.80 tall. She came from the north of the country. I was watching her tik tok videos.
SHe was also considered an expert in roman dance.
Her. parents were separated and financial situation was poor. The assistant principal was paying the tuition fee.
How helpful was the assistant manager?
This short man with a red face and a crescent mustache was from the north, just like Bahar, that is, as the Turks say, Laz.
Maybe he was taking care of his fellow citizens, he was the union president and a charismatic man.
until he got beaten by Bahar's friends.
Duygu is a very hardworking girl
The project she prepared last year received an award from the Turkish scientific and technical research institution.
She does not leave my room during the night while on duty at the hostel.
Her roommate, Kezban, is a girl who is studying.
The other day, she had a copy of Peace from Tanpınar in her hand.
She had a book.
Diyar posted a Story on i********: with a bunch of money in his hand. I asked him where he got the money.
Since his father was in prison, there was not a day when they did not have trouble making ends meet.
They lived in a hut outside the city and cultivated cannabis in a small garden.
He was waiting in the cemetery after two in the morning and selling half a glass of powder to customers for a thousand liras.
As every morning, the flirtatious biology teacher was having breakfast with three pastries.
He had his hair cut. He was asking all the female teachers if they were handsome, and the math teacher said, "I don't know."
The playboy would never take his eyes off the skirts while going up the stairs. Girls would pull up their skirts and come to school with a kilo of make-up every day.
During his last shift, he and Duygu chatted in the teacher's room until the morning.
Diyar had been selling powder all night, he came to me in class and showed me the money in his pocket.
As someone who lives alone on the terrace floor, my teacher said, "We can produce powder."
It would be very easy to sell powder to students
We could do this after school or in the canteen.
Diyar wanted to be with his girlfriend at my house
Only the appropriate light and temperature settings should be made for cannabis production.
Every lesson, while Curly and Gorgeous were playing house in the back row, Diyar and her lover, the curvy angel, were cuddling in the middle row.
My teacher said Diyar
The girl is very hairy, she should wax as soon as possible
While they were making love on my terrace, I went to the bookstore.
Now everything was ready for production
I don't feel guilty because m*******a is free in Europe
On this occasion, cannabis market at home
I can give and gather young people, after all, I was in this country for missionary work.
9 o'clock on Tuesday
Social activity lesson.
A bunch of beans are snapping in the back.
Two girls are eating pasta with garlic sauce that they brought from home.
The smell of garlic spread throughout the classroom
Diyar and I are talking about the materials we will install on the terrace.
In the back row, Curly and Bahar were engrossed in each other, as they do every morning.
Suddenly Bahar screamed
I don't want it, it says put it in my side pocket.
Emotion solves test
The girl from Gaziantep is reading TANpinar as always
An old book he must have taken from the field in his hand
SuddenlyDuygu comes to the teacher's desk
If you are available, can we talk a little?
My teacher?
"Sir, can we talk to you privately?" said Duygu.
He saw me like a brother or a father
Last night the biology teacher was on duty at the hostel. I disturbed him with questions.
We studied for a while, then suddenly he held my hands.
He stood up and locked the door.
Relax, Duygu.
"No one can disturb us here," he said.
Duygu said that she did not want to share this situation with her family.
When the flirtatious biology teacher became the principal's favorite teacher, he could have easily gotten out of this job, but the calculations at home did not suit the market.
The feeling had its period
Despite everything, I never thought he would end his life.
She was a girl full of life
The autopsy revealed that she was pregnant.
Womanizer man detained after DNA result
Diyar was finally captured
He escaped with a fine for now
It was decided that he would be released on supervised release.
If he continues his bag-bagging, he will go to prison.
"From now on, you will make the sales, sir," he said.
After all, you are working at a private school as a side job.
You can sell it to rich kids
Actually I wasn't sincere enough to sell powder
I hang out at the hookah cafe after school
I said
Sometimes we go to the bar
Irmak plays very well with her perfect physique
While watching , I remembered that I was a man
"Oh my teacher," said Diyar, "this is not England."please be careful
Actually, I didn't know that the person whose photo I liked on i********: was Irmak.
Her face was hidden in many photos
Öne Day she was walking in front of me at school and suddenly she turned to me and said,
My teacher said
Why do you like every photo of me?
I didn't know what to reply
I told that i had liked all the students' photos
My face turned red and I quickly walked away
I saw her in the garden this morning
Why can't I take my eyes off her when I shouldn't be looking at her?
"Love has no age, teacher," said Diyar.
- Writer
