Absent-Minded Professor

          Summer just ended and I am feeling goofy right now. I want summer to come again already. Instead, thinking of attending one of the cool professors (I though) slightly took away my summer spirits. I heard a lot of funny and impressive things about this professor I am going to taught by. Thinking of him made me want school to start already. I slept and slept over and over again for school would start fast if I woke up.
          The light of the sun broke an it sparkled down through my window. I woke up excitingly and rushed to shower. After preparation, I took my school supplies and went to school. I did not believe how crowded the school was. Pretending I was not afraid and scared, I stepped into the school's office. There, I met the professor. He did not look like the person I expected him of. Though, he looked kind of slightly a gentleman. I could not find anyone else that I could ask help from other than him. I slowly walked towards him and greet him. He looked suspicious and lost.
P: You talking to me? with a rough tone.
I: Yes sir. I am sorry to bother you but I am looking for my class, pointing to my schedule.
P:Well, I have never seen you before. You new?
I: Yes sir. I just moved here.
          Our conversations did not finish because the bell rang. Luckily, I met a neighbor and asked where the class was. I sprinted to the class. It was two buildings away from the Administration Office, where I was standing. When I entered the classroom, the professor that I was eager to join was there already. Class has started and everyone was like quiet. I looked for a seat to sit. The students were friendly that one of them invited me to sit beside her.
P: Good morning students, with a frown look.
S: Good morning Professor G.
Walking towards his desk with an expo marker in his hand to look for something to write with on the board, another professor came in.
What's up Mr. G?
P: Oh well, I am looking for my marker.
And what is that in your hand?
P: OH! My bad.
The professor laughed and went out. I smirked. Professor G then went to the board. He said we were going to study about Human Trafficking before the class started. Holding on to his marker, he did not know what to write. He stood up front for a while and then came up with a different topic.
P: We are going to learn about skip-jacks. One of the students asked what skip-jack was and he got angry.
P: What have I told you about this class? Have you not heard? He was kind of cranky and tough at the time. I was really scare but I kept myself out of the situation and sat still.
S: Sorry sir, I was just wondering but it is okay. You can proceed.
P: It is not okay Jay.
Jay was not the boy's name. Professor G could not memorize his students' names and the subjects he taught, even if took him years to teach them. Students spread rumors that he was an Absent-Minded Professor and he should not have taught in school. Better off teaching kindergarten.
          After class, on our way out, a boy form our teased Professor G. Professor G was so angry and mad that he chased the boy. The boy ran off. When Professor G was chasing him, he slipped into water on the hallway floor and got his pant all wet. Students laughed at him. When Professor G stood up, it was like he peed in his pant. Better or worse, he manged to walk all the way to the men rest room and change. Professor G was more unpredictable and uneasy than before. Nobody ever made fun of him ever again. For me, I kept quieter than before.