Life may be like a dementor, sucking the happiness out of you but cast that charm— talk to GOD in prayer— and watch it work its way into scaring away the hooded.
"We were called!"
We have this teacher who I think is very condescending just from the way he talks about himself, in other words, he shows off. We hate to be compared to others but he can’t help but complain and we can’t do anything but listen.
Now, how do get a HUGE grade out from this teacher? I mean, he wants the best and what’s perfect.
And we, as a class, don’t have a chemistry with him. None. At. All. The chances then are ugly slim.
But we tried though.
And after meetings of him raising questions to students whose names he can’t even tell and us raising our hands, trying to give him the correct answer, he finally called me (and others later on) using my last name!
That, according to the upperclassmen, was our one-way ticket to a bright future. And I was seeing it already. Wee! One more sweet thing that happened was that others got called, too. At least, we’ll still see other next semester after all xD
Anyway, just that feeling of being recognized brings me back memories of when Jesus called me and I heard it. It sure led me to the brightest future ever.
Shemay Albert xx
Because Nicole. Because style. Huuur.