Finally Over

“C’est fini! J'espère que vous avez aimé ma classe. Ce fut un plaisir de vous guider au cours de ces années...”

Mr. Shapiro squabbles for a little while longer, but you can’t even comprehend how he hasn’t quit his job yet.

“You know, in english, that means: ´S'il vous plait! Have some mercy, I still masturbate to pictures of my ex-wife´”

“You know, you’re not funny.”

Michelle’s cute, round cheeks are like a campfire on her otherwise pale face. She’s thin and tall, except for her breasts, of course.

Mr. Shapiro is still sweating profusely in front of the projector. The projection shines right on his face, making it look blue. That, combined with his short stature, makes him look like a Smurf character.

“J'espère que vous apprécierez vos vacances…”

That you do understand. It means school is fucking over. At least for now.

As the bell rings, the rest of your brainless class starts standing up and droning towards the exit. Mr. Shapiro hopelessly cuts off his sentence as he watches the remainder of his students leave to the cold, chilly weather.