Contagious.

Tongue tied and overloaded,

Stripped down, and torn apart.

Denise's.

Monday, September 29, 2008 Weirdest dream ever!

I dreamed of something weird of teachers yesterday. It totally changed my impression of teachers. Thought about this dream for like a few hours. I'm really apologetic to all the teachers that I've offended out there. I'm really sorry and I would try my best to be a model student.

I dreamed that there was a teacher. Obviously I'm not going to tell everyone about what teacher he is. If not I'll be offending another teacher. But anyway, he has cancer and nobody knows. But I knew the symptoms of cancer. He started losing hair drastically. I still remembered seeing his black silky hair that's full of dandruff. Phew! Anyway, one day he walked past my class. I remembered looking at him and thinking to myself, "Whats wrong with his skin?". His skin had this fiery red colour blotches everywhere around him.

So of course after school, I headed to his class and asked my friend if he had cancer. I know this sounds a tad too stupid for you guys. But you don't have to read it if you don't want to :) Anyway, for the benefit of myself, I'm still gonna type it out in case one day in the future I want to read it :) Anyway, he had cancer. So the next day I went to school obviously looking forward to seeing him.

He came again. So I walked past his class, and realized he was there, quietly teaching to his students. He couldn't strain his voice too much as it would drain his energy much faster then expected. But his class, instead of respecting him, continued making a hell lot of noise. So he continued teaching without his students listening and respecting him. They threw paper balls around. After that, his lesson was over, he walked past my class again.

I thought about how the class could be better, and make his last days more happy. He knew he was going to die soon. But he still continued teaching. But the next day, the principal announced he was dead. Everybody's studies and mood was affected by this bad news early in the morning.

So moral of the story? Teachers are willing to spend their remaining time left teaching instead of spending it with their families and loved ones.

Awww :( Really made me sad manzxzx, I think I'm gonna work hard now! Go Denise :)
Think about this story people. Hope that my dream has changed your goals to an even better one :)