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Michael Bargain ran his fingers through his thinning ginger hair, his clear hazel eyes looked back at him from the bathroom mirror. The first semester of the new school year was over the grades posted; all the treble boring aspects of the modern world of secondary education had been dutifully met. The joy, the fulfillment he had once got from teaching was gone with the rise of throwing money at education one year to flippant phrase of “No child left behind” standardize test that one spent all ones time teaching the test rather than teaching his students. To say the least Michael Bargain was disgusted and burnt out, disgusted with the politics of teaching, with indifferent students, with seeing class after class of functional illiterates graduating from Douglas Morely High School. He had made his decision, notified the School Administrative unit that at the end of the school year he would be taking early retirement at 55. He straitened his tie slipped on his tweed sports coat and headed out for yet another day of tiring to teach his indifferent students English Literature.
The halls of Douglas Morely High School was a cacophony of babble, with the press of youthful bodies as they went about their day. Michael Bargain maneuvered his lean hard form through the press of students as he made his way to Room 262 his senior English Literature class and sigh in relief that in 45 minutes his day as well as theirs would be over.
They where there slouching in their seats, dressed in ripped and faded jeans, the boys looking like thugs from a cheap movie, the girls looking more like street walkers than young ladies. He passed out their latest efforts at writing. The class fell into a predictable routine, h they read their pitiful attempts at creative writing in their typical indifferent manner and Michael Bargain was more than thankful when the final bell wrung.
Michael Bargain ran his fingers through his thinning ginger hair, his clear hazel eyes looked back at him from the bathroom mirror. The first semester of the new school year was over the grades posted; all the treble boring aspects of the modern world of secondary education had been dutifully met. The joy, the fulfillment he had once got from teaching was gone with the rise of throwing money at education one year to flippant phrase of “No child left behind” standardize test that one spent all ones time teaching the test rather than teaching his students. To say the least Michael Bargain was disgusted and burnt out, disgusted with the politics of teaching, with indifferent students, with seeing class after class of functional illiterates graduating from Douglas Morely High School. He had made his decision, notified the School Administrative unit that at the end of the school year he would be taking early retirement at 55. He straitened his tie slipped on his tweed sports coat and headed out for yet another day of tiring to teach his indifferent students English Literature.
The halls of Douglas Morely High School was a cacophony of babble, with the press of youthful bodies as they went about their day. Michael Bargain maneuvered his lean hard form through the press of students as he made his way to Room 262 his senior English Literature class and sigh in relief that in 45 minutes his day as well as theirs would be over.
They where there slouching in their seats, dressed in ripped and faded jeans, the boys looking like thugs from a cheap movie, the girls looking more like street walkers than young ladies. He passed out their latest efforts at writing. The class fell into a predictable routine, h they read their pitiful attempts at creative writing in their typical indifferent manner and Michael Bargain was more than thankful when the final bell wrung.