.A VERY BEAUTIFUL STORY.
My name is Charlie . I am a woman .l
am 37 years old.
I have blond hair and blue eyes. Some
People say I am pretty .
I work as a professor .
I teach economics at a big college.I like my job very much. My students are young. They have a lot of energy .
My life is usually very quiet. I go to work every day . After work, I come home.I read books .
I have some friends, but I am not dating anyone. I am single. Sometimes
I feel a little lonely in my quiet life .
This semester , a new student came
into my economics class. His name is
Mike. He is very young.
He is only 19 years old. He has dark
Hair and a nice smile. He always site in
a chair near the front of the room.
Mike is a clever student. He
Understands economics well. He asks
Good questions about the lessons. But
Sometimes,
I see him looking at me. He looks at me when I am teaching. He looks at me when I am writing on the board.
It is a different way of looking. It is not
Like how the other students look at
Me. It is a look I notice.
Two
After class, Mike often stayed. Other. students left quickly , but Mike waited.
He always had something to say to me.
It was usually about the lesson, but sometimes it was more.
He would look at me and smile."professor Charlie, " your lecture today was really interesting. You explain things very well. "His eyes looked friendly when he said this.
Another time he said, " You look very nice today , professor . I like that color on you. "
He said it quietly , and I felt my face get warm. I was surprised by his words. He was my student.
He was only 19 years old. My mind started to think. Charlie , be careful, I told myself. This is not right.
He was too young for me , and I was his profession . There was a rule about this.
It was wrong to have these kinds of talks.
When he tried to talk about things that were not economics, I tried to stop him.
" Mike, " I would say, making my voice sound strong. " Do you have a question about the lesson ?
We should talk about economics ."
I wanted to be professional. I needed to set a clear line. I told him:
" My personal life is my own, Mike, and yours is yours." I tried to show him that our talks must only be about college and lessons. I tried to push away the strenge feeling his words gave me. But it was difficult.
A small part of me felt a little bit happy when he said nice things. It had been a long time since sometime paid me this kind of attention.
If felt nice to be noticed. But I knew it was a bad idea. I knew I had to be strong. I had to be careful .
He was my student, and that was the most important thing.
I tried hard to remember this every time he stayed after class.
Three
A holiday away
I tried very hard to be a good professor. When Mike talked to me, I only talked about economics. I said things like," Do you have a question about the lesson, Mike?"
I did not want to talk about other things. He was my student, and I was his teacher. This was very important. I knew it was wrong to think about him in a different way. I told myself this many times. Charlie, be careful.
I thought, He is much too young for you . This is not right. I tried to keep a professional distance between us. I did not want any problems at work My job as a professor was very important to me. It was my life.
But Mike continued to look at me in a special way. He continued to smile at me after class.
He sometimes said things, but I tried not to listen to them.
It was difficult to ignore him completely .
A small part of me, deep inside, felt a little happy when he paid attention to me like that.
It had been a very long time since sometime looked at me with such interest. It felt nice to feel noticed again.
But I knew it was not right for a teacher and a student.
I pushed the feeling away . I focused on my teaching and my research .
The weeks went by quickly . The end of the semester was coming soon .I felt very , very tired.
Teaching is hard work, and this semester felt harder than usual. I needed a break from everything.
I needed to get away -from college from the city, from the difficult feelings I had sometimes.
I wanted to forget about work for a while. I wanted to rest and relax.
I looked online for a holiday .I found a beautiful island.
It was very for away from my home. It looked like a place with lots of sun and quiet beaches. It seemed perfect for a tired person like me. I decided to book a trip there. I thought: I will go to this island.
I will sit on the beach under the sun. I will read books and listen to the sea. I will swim in the warm water .
I will not think about work. I will not think about college. I will not think about students. I will not think about Mike.
I packed my slowly. I felt ready for the holiday. I needed the sun and the peace very much.
I hoped the trip would help me forget about everything difficult and just feel calm.
I just needed a simple holiday away from my normal life. I looked forward to leaving the city and flying to the warm, sunny island.
It felt like a good plan. A plan to rest, to forget, and to find some peace.
Four
Before we meet again.
I was on a beautiful island for my holiday . I needed to rest. I was sitting at a bar on the beach.
The evening was warm and nice. I had a cool drink in my hand. The sound of the sea was quite. There was soft music.
I felt very relaxed and far away from my normal life at college suddenly I heard a voice.
It called my name. " Charlie? Professo Charlie?" I turned around quickly. My eyes went wide with surprise.
Standing there was Mike -my student from college. He was with some friends. I could not believe it.