Dialogue Essay: Lust and Learning

Maka smoothed down her skirt and clapped her hands together excitedly. Today starts a brand new school year! she thought. She hurried around the classroom, placing this and that in different spots even though it wasn’t really needed. Since she started teaching kindergarten, a whole new part has been added to her already studious attitude. It was a time to buckle down and get to work, is what she always thought of the beginning of a new school year. The only thing about the ending of the summer vacation that troubled her were the upcoming frantic, overworked, and annoying parents that constantly nagged her about her ways of teaching. Nevertheless, Maka was enthusiastic to teach. And she had something of a spark of joy for this year. That is, until the horde of kids bursted through the school doors, screaming and throwing things.

Students poured into the classroom, occupying the chairs and tables, flooding the room with cries and screams of despair over the new year. Maka’s bright, hopeful smile flattened into a straight, strict line. Out of all the parents that were pulling the children’s hair just to get them settled, one caught her eye. One cool, suave character whose features were highlighted in the bright lights of the classroom. The epitome of coolness and structure walked right into that classroom, leading his calm, collected daughter to a chair with her name on it in bold print. He muttered something to her, and she nodded with content, hanging onto all his words as if they were his final.

His glistening white hair was combed straight and curled slightly behind his ears and was held back from his eyes with a headband. Bright red eyes searched his daughters face for recognition of his sentences and understan...

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... the door. “How did you like your first day?”

“It was okay,” she responded. He nodded and lifted her into a car seat before climbing in his truck too.

“Do I have to go see Mommy today?” she asked. Soul shook his head.

“Mommy has been, uh...detained from her home for a while. She’s...uh...” he stuttered.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to lie,” she said, and stared out the window.

“Right...” he muttered under his breath and drove off, the image of Maka teaching still in his head. For whatever reason, he just could not get her out of his mind. Even if he had been divorced only three months ago. No matter what, he still had the idea that maybe, just maybe, she would want to go on a date with him. After all, she had been staring at him before her speech began. Then again, everyone was. Everyone always is. And always will. He sighed at this realization.