My comeback class was hilarious.
classes that are open with babies on,
the shitty squeal of a baby screaming off my lecture,
Each time, the classes are lengthened and the parrots are exchanged.
Or make him drink the milk of a goat squeezed for the rest of the day. (College has experimental goats)
The class that day hardly worked properly for the baby.
But it wasn't just the baby's fault that didn't work.
The students also have problems.
The students seemed intrigued by the baby I carry.
Tough questions fly, especially from the female students.
"I heard the teacher was single."
"I'm single."
"Then why do you have such a baby? Babies can't do this without getting married."
"So you're not going to conclude that this child is not my child?"
"But Fiona said she was my brother."
When he glances at Fiona, Fiona has her head on, looking like one bad "to.
"I wonder if it's my brother's 'like' thing. Precisely."
Fiona still seems willing to make this baby her brother.
Correct.
"In this case, I don't even need it. This girl is someone else in red."
"Why are you grabbing someone else in red for class?
"That's what I want to hear. If you have any complaints, tell the Dean of the College. The dean ordered us to keep it."
"Huh? So this kid is officially going to be our kid?
And, to control Fiona, who shines her eyes, keep the word going.
"I'll just keep it, by the way. This is a business order."
Fiona gives an unfortunate look, but one student has asked questions.
Or harmonia.
"It's also possible that this child is Dean Kalinin's child."
And I joked and said.
I'm oddly convinced when I hear that word.
"That sounds like a possible story."
and.
"Oh, was I meant to be kidding?
"No, it's possible. Because that old man is such a jerk that he repeated his marriage five times. No wonder one or both of the hidden children are here."
"Can I rant like that to the Dean of the College?
"Freedom of speech is guaranteed in this college. And it's true, so I can't help it."
"By the way, the Dean of the College has been married six times. I'll correct it."
Harmonia supplements.
"Then the charges have deepened."
And I insisted, but I don't get it.
My hidden theory still seems to prevail.
Some students say.
"Something, after all, doesn't this kid look like Dr. Kite?
"Not alike"
And, I insist, many students point out the similarity between me and the baby.
"Teachers and babies have dark hair and dark eyes."
"Didn't you tell me in my last class that brunette black eyes are dominant genes?
"Was it Raiden's Law?
"Exactly. Black eyes and black hair are genes that activate preferentially. In other words, it is the color of hair that is unusual or unusual on this continent, the color of the eyes. You're disqualified as a magician from claiming to be your father with that."
"But it looks just like a nose muscle or something, doesn't it?
"It's a mediocre standout everywhere."
"And then when you laugh, your mouth looks just like it"
I tie my mouth to a single letter.
I wanted to avoid pursuing students any further.
This doesn't mean the class won't move on.
I'm a teacher at this college, and I'm a teacher at this tweezer.
It was incumbent on them to take classes and lead them to a fine magician.
So I won't take any more questions about this baby.
Declaring so, he nodded to concentrate on the class.
The students in charge of my tweezers are honest.
Everyone,
"Yes."
And he obeyed me.
But when it's time off, people can queue up. Not before me, before Fiona.
They ask her if she can go visit Fiona's house, or my house, after school.
Apparently they really want to confirm the father of the baby.
"Damn, do I look like such a thin man"
That feeling comes to mind when I see that sight.
Rather than have no credibility, my students also seem to enjoy events like this one springing up down.
A teacher brings a baby to the college.
I guess it's a tense event for young people.
Something similar happened when I was in college.
A wild dog got lost in class.
Even then, the children had their eyes shining and wrapped in excitement.
This is what happens when the unusual gets lost in the routine called school.
On such reflection again, I gave up that day's class.
As it is, it probably won't get into the students' ears no matter how serious they talk about it.
So I switched all of today's classes to 'Life' classes.
The material, of course, is the baby in front of you.
The students who wanted to milk the goats with a milk bottle were given milk to drink, and the students who wanted to hold them and give them away were allowed to hold them and give them away.
Primarily female students have been running for office, but some of them have offered to do the same for male students.
The future will be a fine Ikumen.
Then, one day, our class did a pre-parenting exercise while giving up the baby in the general outing.
It was a laughing class, but there were complaints from teachers in both neighboring classes.
There is a tough thing about big adults being scolded by big adults. Besides, the more true the argument, the more depressing it is.
Today's class was quite meaningful, but after tomorrow, let's leave the baby to Chloe.
So determined.