The Asrt Teacher
The Art Teacher
Thom was my first love.
"Hi guys, the names Mr. O'Neill, I'm your teacher for this course." He was tall, with brown eyes, brown hair and a way of standing that I'd never seen before. Our art project that year? Self portrait. I was happy with that. I could finally express myself, without that sense of self doubt I'd felt years before. The art trip was what started the rest of my life.
"So I haven't really got to know you yet." He said as we waited for the train to come.
"I guess so." I said. "Why would you want to sir, I'm your student?"
"I don't know, I just like to feel, close with my students. Especially the dedicated ones" He said. We were going to the National Art Gallery in London. I was wearing the same shoes I wore everyday. The rubber scuffed the train seat as I sat.
"How was your day then? The reunions this weekend isn't it?" Rob says as he sits next to me, loosening his tie. Doing that strange thing with his glass. Tilting it to and fro.
"It......
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