Creative Writing : School days

Creative Writing : School days »

I can remember my marvellous courses of geography. My professor was an old man and he was called Mr.Flouton. He had a shiny head and he had to be 70 years old ! I think that he might be very attached to the school. I am even sure he was attached to the school with all the crazy things he did there. When he did his courses, all his body was in action, it was stunning. Everybody was listening to him carefully. And when somebody made a fault he hit the person with his cane.

I would always remember the first course with him. He asked us « Draw the country Ralascov ». There was no noise in the room and everybody looked at each other. Then, a person in the class shouted « This country has a form of triangle ». Everybody began to drew a country with a triangle form. Ten minutes later, Mr.Flouton said that it was a joke. The country of Ralascov didn’t exist. The aim of the activity according to him was that it was really awesome how the mind can imagine a false idea and be persuaded that it exists. I was not really fond of this course but it enabled to show the character. One day, he did a course about globalization. The door of the class had a window. He saw Mme.Delfino that was walking in the hallway. When he saw her he began to wet. He said an excuse to join her and he get out of the classroom. We all knew that he was smitten by this professor. Every time he heard her high heels in the corridor he began to stutter. She drived him crazy. While he had these breaks with the lady he told us to draw continents and sometimes oceans. I felt like we had 6 years but it was great.

But one day he was not in class. I supposed that he was late or maybe sick. But a person of the school arrived. She said to the class that Mr.Flouton will not be here anymore. Everybody was sad. Somebody told that it was because he was too old. But I, I knew that he escaped with the nice Mme.Delfino.

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