Aileen stood in a room looking down at a desk. The door was open, the room was empty. She was biting her lip, tracing the edge of the desk with her fingers. She was a student teacher, as marked by her dark blue robes. Her black hair with blue tips was down, her blue bangs hung in her face. She felt like a little kid.
Her first day.
She was terrified. What if she messed up? What if the kids hated her? What if she blanked out.
She felt sick just thinking about how much could go wrong.
Her first day.
She was terrified. What if she messed up? What if the kids hated her? What if she blanked out.
She felt sick just thinking about how much could go wrong.