I was lost in that reverie and only woke up in the morning, by my alarm clock. My clothes were wrinkled and I quickly jumped out of the shower. After that, I decided on my Levi’s and a nice cardigan. I didn’t feel like going special that day.

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The bell rang and I sighed. Third class would begin. I did like history, but mr Barney succeeded in making it boring even for me at times. Sometimes I considered becoming a history teacher and imagining that I would do way better – at least I’d give the impression I actually like the subject. I also wouldn’t demand my students holding their legs the right angle.

I walked into the classroom and as anticipated, I was the first one. As always, the door was left open by mr Barney who also used the classroom the hour before. He never had the patience to wait for all of his students leaving and was off to the teacher’s room as soon as possible. He wasn’t as modern as to ever use the laptop provided for the teacher or the dvd player, so those were always locked away in the closet – otherwise, they’d have been stolen already.

It surprised that my teacher wasn’t there yet.

The other people in my class started dripping in. All went to their usual spot, the one they had occupied the first lesson last year and had been fixed onto for the rest of their time with mr Barney. The minutes were ticking away and I frowned my eyebrows – it was not like our history teacher to be running late. Despite leaving the classroom as early as he did, he wanted to be able to give the lesson he wanted and therefore he was always right on time.

Suddenly, a blonde I immediately recognised as ms Kennard stormed inside, her arms full of books and dvd’s. Her face was flushed and she looked so adorable. She dropped the material on the front desk and turned around panting. She took a deep breath and said:

“Hello, everyone. I am Christina Kennard – well, make that Tina Kennard. From now on, Mr Barney is no longer your history teacher.” A cheer went through the class room, but it soon died when ms Kennard gave a stern look – her flickering eyes betrayed her, though. “There has been a switch in classes because of several reasons that are not really relevant. I will be taking over this class. I hope we can soon get used to each other and that it will not take long to adjust from Mr Barney’s way of teaching to mine. I know that my colleague isn’t really fond of modern technology, but I tend to use a lot of books, DVD’s and Internet to back up my lessons. Watching a DVD is not playing hour – I always expect a report by next lesson. In those, I want you to give your own opinion, so do not kiss my ass by telling me how fantastic it was – I see through that. If you find a particular movie complete rubbish, say so but also explain yourself. I will also ask you to pick one character and discuss this person – you basically look them up using the Internet or even books and write one page about them. Of course there isn’t information on everyone, or not enough, I will take that into account. I guess that’s it for now – any questions?”

She spoke so calmly, yet excited. It was such a difference to mr Barney and also a relief. I saw the looks on the faces of my classmates, I even heard Ashton tell Phil and Tracy how awesome this was. Ultimately, it was Rachel raising her hand. Tina nodded at her and the brunette with the bouncy curls and the open face spoke: “I’m really glad about this change, ms Kennard. I heard you were way more fun than mr Barney and you sure look like you are.”

Ms Kennard smiled broadly. “Awesomesauce.”

I felt the happiness surging through my veins, altough I was still completely amazed. Was this really happening? Was my dream really coming true? What had I done to get this lucky? I looked at her and it just made me so… content. Ms Kennard was my teacher now – I could actually talk to her! I could just ask her something about the lesson and that was just what I did after my complete hour in heaven. The others left, still enthusiastic about this change. I lingered a bit and asked some stupid question about the tests – would the dates still be the same? It did give me the chance to gaze into her beautiful hazel eyes, watch her soft and delicious lips move, hear her angelic voice. I could have died then and there and I’d have died happily.

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That letter is only slightly adapted, it’s translated from Dutch and I wrote it for that teacher I’m crushing massively on – who isn’t teaching me and never has and never will – I’ll never give her that letter, either. I don’t wanna die and all.