• He paces around the room, holding a peice of paper running his eyes through the words, soon to put it down on his desk and open his old, run down, mini laptop. Typing and fiddling away, his eyes attached to the screen untill one of his, tired, put to work, students says something. With his hand in a fist holding his head up, also holding his glasses.

    "Do you need any help Roger?" He askes with his eyes still pinned to the screen, and head still being held up by his fist.

    "Umm.....Nah." Roger says in his kiwi accent.

    "Not yet?" He askes, moving his eyes to Roger.

    "Well I do need to know this..." Roger says and continues with his question which I didnt understand.

    His face lit up and he slid his glasses back on with ease and explained to Roger what he wanted to know.

    "Oh so..." Roger repeated almost word for word what he was just told.

    "Yep thats it" He says with a cheeky grin on his face.

    Then he went back to his laptop, typing and fiddling away again. But this time with his glasses still on.

    "Hmm.." He says to himself with interest

    A couple of long seconds went by in total silence.

    "Sir!" One of the boys yell out from the back of the class.

    He looks up with bright but questioning eyes. The boy continues asking his question that I didnt understand enough to really hear.

    "Ok well.." He went on with his explanation with passion. Explaining every detail with ease. After a few sentences he stood up and walks around the room, like he was pacing again. But thats normal for him. After hes done explaining the boy nodds, and it goes silent again. He just stands there, totally still, looking around the room.

    "Anyone need any help?" He askes

    It was totally silent. And his eyes slowly became questioning sadly.

    "Please! Let me help someone. I get paid! I have to do something!" He pleads

    Hes bored, and goes and sits next to one of the boys on the side. And quickly gets comfortable.

    "How is your assignment going?" he askes his student innocently.

    "Good sir, Im almost done." The boy says.

    He nodds enthusiastically and the stands up again. Once again he stands still, looking over the class. He puts his hand up and scratches his chin, covered in stubble. he blinks a couple of times and then moves to the center of the room. One of the boys starts a conversation which I wasnt quite paying attention to. And he is happy to chat. Laughing his strange but adorable laugh and throwing back anther strange comment matching the students. Once again silence drifts through the room with a slight edge of awkwardness. Then he starts talking about history to entertain himself, Once again, sort of pacing around the room. He talks with true passion and I think to myself that he would miss teaching if he were some how not able to do it. The words flow calmly and perfectly off his tongue adding his slight peice of an accent. he not only uses his hands to emphasizes things but he just flicks them around and makes signs with them like its a bad habit. Watching him carefully you see all his little quirks that he has, nodding his head to imaginary music, flicking his hands when he talks and a couple others.You will never find another person like him. Sure hes different but its not bad.Its actually good.

    At the end of the lesson everyone gets up and heads for the door. He picks up a pile of text books and putsthem carefully on his desk beside the laptop case. I head over to the window and close it while putting up a few chairs on the way over.


    "Thanks Gab." He says while picking up his laptop and sliding it into its case.

    I tred over to the desk and wait for him. Then we walk out the door and he closes and locks i like hes done it a million times befoe. We start having a conversation while we trample down the stairs. Its not so much that we are walking together more, me following him. He walks two times faster than me so I jog a few steps to keep up. We continue the conversation and then we get to the door of the staff room. I obsorb his look one last time to save it for a rainy day. White collared long sleeve t-shirt, Long black pants, Hobo hat, stubble covered face and pure gold gorgeous smile. I let his voice sink in as he finishes his sentence and says goodbye. His voice like music to my ears. I wave goodbye, not letting him know that I dont want either of us to leave and then trodd off to the car , where my mum is waiting for me. And think to myself.

    "Great now I wont be able to stop thinking about him."