We have a lot of new teachers this year. Not all of them like to teach us. First the History teacher. Second the Biology teacher. And third. And more. But there is one, and only one teacher who likes and we like him too. He is wonderful. And here comes the main character in our story.
He teaches Economy. And Economy is not a very clear notion with us. Economy, in our thoughts, sometimes is only the money which is given to us monthly, of course by our parents.
He is medium at stature. But he is the highest male teacher in our school. There are more than one hundred and fifty teachers in our school and there are less than ten of them is recoded as 'male'. These teachers are often called 'Mr.s'. Be careful. If you miss the dot, "there will be something".
All the 'Mr.s' are under the 'Misses or Mrs.s' control. That means they are in lower positions. You can do a math. The head is a woman, one. The Nature Science teamleader is a woman, two. The Social Science teamleader, another for women, three. The gradeleaders, another three from woman side, four five six. And, you see, the Social Education teamleader: Mr. Economy and his name is Peacock.
We start to learn with him after the Big Event has happened. Big Event is the secert name of The Work Days at the begining of this schoolyear (not all of The Work Days are called Big Event): The School Chief Executive Officer (SCEO) decided to repaint our school and repair broken funiture. One day, more clearly, at the end of The Work Days, the workers was going to painted the third floor, which our classroom was on (and still on now). We was told to help them. Desmis ad Nornas were told to carry the empty barrels to the paint store and had them filled up. The careless boys (after that was our heroes) passed through the Chemistry lab, saw some disorganized things and began to copy Sherlock Holmes, looked into it. Of coure nothing had happened. They reorganized the lab (I don't think they only do that), cleaned the equipments and poured the water into the barrels. Then they remembered what they had to do and hurried to the store.
The paints were in very good cnditions. But after a week, "something" happened. The paints smelled "something" strange but it was still in good colors (and even now). Our former Economy teacher was allergic to that smell and "something" really happened...
Let's see it next story.
