Today was Thursday. ‘Only-a one more day til-a Friday.’ At times, teaching was ok, maybe even fun, other times it was just plain boring. Most of the kids that take my class aren’t even interested in learning Italian. There was only one student that actually loved my class. (F/n) (l/n). Her pretty face always lit up into a smile every time my class started at the end of the school day. My class was her last class.
(F/n) was a very smart student, her grades were straight A’s in every class. She was a nice, shy, quiet girl that never bothered me or disrupted class. When there was homework, she would answer the questions honestly, and tell me a bit about herself in Italian through her answers. All the other students only answered with the shortest answer they could think of.
This ragazza was also very charming and cute. Her (h/l), (h/c)