A lot of teachers who I once had (like Mr Sheridan, Mrs Edmunds and Mrs Akesse) told me I looked well. Like what is that all about? Did I not look well before? It was good seeing them again after all this time. I told Mr Sheridan I was happy I did not stay as I would have been complaining like lots and he was like, I am still here, complaining occasionally. It was really sort of funny seeing him, sat there, working for Ark. he had opposed it vehemently; did everything he could to prevent it. Strikes, petitions, arguments and debates with a councilor. Then Copland turns into an academy and you would think he would leave or think that he would be made redundant for being such a trouble maker. No. Instead, change folded its arms around him. whilst he did not embrace it, he did not stop it from wrapping its arms around him as if he were a friend.
I was sort of trying to make Tobi got to English department. I really wanted to see Mrs Saeed but at the same time, I did not. What if she was like, and who are you? What if she did not care about me any more? What if she really did not want to see me at all? What if she was hoping I did not turn up so that she did not feel obliged to talk to me? Then there was the feeling inside of me, like, things are different. Like, it will not be the same as when I was in Copland and really, I like my memories the way they are in my head, but seeing someone after a very long time, is like, you think, maybe I exaggerated a bit.
When I entered the English Department, Mrs Edmunds saw me and talked to me. I did not want Mrs Saeed to see me, because I did not figure out what I would say or do when she did. Then, I sort of sat down, where my sisters teacher was and thought, she is looking at me, isn't she? Because she was quite near and was just looking about. So then I got up, said hello to Mr Draper and then said hello to her and she hugged me and we talked for a bit and then I went. Like I did not know what to say, because throughout this year and last, since I left Copland, there has been so much which I wanted to say to her, but that I could not and so I could not really find the right thing to say, when in front of her.
My sister and I were looking at Mr Collins. He used to be SLT and made lots of money but he is not an ordinary English and had his pay cut. I was thinking, he looks like he has a tear in his eye and Tobi whispered that to me.
Then Tobi started to say I was patronizing because I tried to high five her and we had like an not really an argument, argument, where she was like, ' but you are so patronizing. Like you are not even listening to me' and I was like, 'but you just sort of poked me in my palm - like come on!'
We soon had an audience. Mr Draper, Mrs Saeed, Mr Collins and Mrs Edmund's were sat behind the desk watching the Moronfolu show and Mr Draper made a comment about the 'Moronfolu's.'
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Oh yeah. I saw Hasan on the bus. He wears glasses now. I was hoping he would be on my bus and concluded the he would not be because he probably did not even come college, then I walk to the top desk of the bus I ran for, and there he is, reading a book and I am like hello and sit at the back.
Then, at Sudbury Court road, the bus sort of stopped and from I could tell, a young child fell when the bus was moving.
Okay, some of the people's behaviors were disgusting. Like, okay, no one as far as I know, got hurt apart from the child, but the way people were - forgive my language - b****ing was like, they had too. The bus stopped and next thing is this lady is blaming the mother. Like, the mother was this and that and not holding the child properly and letting the child move about on the bus. It was her fault, in this lady's opinion. Some people were angry that the bus driver was calling the bus driver. There were people shouting, like, do not call the ambulance. I mean, come on. Supposed the child severed like a blood vessel or something? I found it absolutely disgusting. At the end of the day, a child got hurt. I admit, I did not get up to help, but I mean, all the people shouting and verbally attacking the mother. I was thinking, people, someone has hurt themselves. It was not you, so why do you have to be so passionate with anger? Oh, okay, the bus has stopped, well then get on another one.
I got of the bus and walked to Rugby Avenue where I got on the 92.
Guess who I saw today? Apart from Mahamood (picking up his nephew and niece) and Hassan.
My 92 bus driver. :3
I have a 92 bus driver. He is Asian and had like sort of like a long nose but it is not pointed at the end. He has nice eyes and black hair and I don't know. His face is just sort of like not serious, but like he is actually proper concentrating on bus driving and he has nice eyes and a nice smile.
I was thinking, what is taking the bus so long, but when I saw him, I was like, oh, this is worth it.
There was this time where I would leave the house at an exact time every morning to get to school, and the same 92 bus driver would drive me We acknowledged this subtly. Like, smiles. Once he asked me how I was, Today, I got on the bus, and there was my bus driver, driving the bus and he smiled, and I swear, his smile was beautiful.
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