It doesn't hurt to flirt?

The constant drone of her voice filled the air. I couldn't believe that such a pretty teacher, could be so cruel and could have such a short temper. Her teachings were good though. I was tired, since it was the last period - we had a lesson filled with the crappy stuff people did "those days", and I was almost falling asleep when:
A crazy grade 9 guy passed and blew our history teacher a kiss. She slammed the text book down on the table and rushed out of the classroom. The grade nine, was someone we knew. He was a total flirt, but we didn't think he'd do something like that! The poor guy must have got blasted. All the morons were wolf whistling and screaming. My friends and I were whispering. Soon she was back.
"Quiet!" she said. Immediately, the class was silent, and we got back to work.

It doesn't hurt to flirt?


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It was my first grade five ballet class and i stayed after my grade 4 class. Just before class began, i talked to our two ballet teachers, about leaving my motherland, about pointe work, and i trying hard to blink back the tears. Eventually, they had to hand me a tissue. One sympathized with me, while the other watched me sadly in silence. I felt better, and danced pretty well. I didn't know much of the complicated steps, but i was not alone. The teachers supported me. Plus, i made a new friend, in grade five, who could dance way better than me. She was bespectacled, silent and shy, but kind and helpful. Every minute of the lesson was spent on dance. By the end of the lesson, i was extremely tired and my feet and arms were aching horribly, but it felt good, to dance, to let the music captivate my heart and soul, controlling me.