Walking through the hallways, it was evident that this was a very.'urban'.school. Thanks!' I took the flash drive and left his office. All you have to do is present this to the class.' '.He prepared a PowerPoint presentation for you. Here.' He opened up a folder and took a flash drive from it. 'You substitute teachers really don't pay attention, do you? Mr. What am I teaching again?' He just shook his head with disappointment. You'll be filling in for him just for today. 'I know you're new here, and not familiar with how things work around here.but I need you to focus. My attention was drawn away from him by the golden name plate on his desk that read: Mr. The huge black man standing in front of me looked pissed off. Richardson, are you even listening to me?' I snapped back to his attention. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously by anyone.

WARNING: I tend to use the 'n-word' in my stories quite a bit. The classroom is a senior level course and is populated by all students of senior level education (18yrs) NOTE: The students represented are all of 18 years of age.