I noticed that he will possibly be that teacher who's going to usually freak out a lot from war memories.
The Russian art teacher was standing in front of the classroom he will be teaching from now on. He reached into his jacket pocket, the sound of keys hitting a flask was heard before he took out the keys he was looking for. He unlocked the door and walked in, flipping the lights on. Paint cans, brushes, easels, Paper, and other art essentials were in their respected drawers and cabinets.
He smiled a bit, speaking in a stern voice "This will be a perfect year...as long as I don't get any Americans..."
He took a stool that was stacked by the wall and placed it in front of a easel, he took a few paint tubes and a palette, he squeezed the paint onto the palette and took his brush. He began to paint one of his strongest war memories of his childhood, where he was attacked and lost his eye to German soldiers at a young age.
He sighed a bit, a tear coming to his eye, remembering all the pain that his family also went though during that war. He placed the brush down on the palette, only the outlines of the painting so far done. He rubbed the eye patch over his missing left eye, he then walked to his desk to began planning for the day.
The Russian art teacher was standing in front of the classroom he will be teaching from now on. He reached into his jacket pocket, the sound of keys hitting a flask was heard before he took out the keys he was looking for. He unlocked the door and walked in, flipping the lights on. Paint cans, brushes, easels, Paper, and other art essentials were in their respected drawers and cabinets.
He smiled a bit, speaking in a stern voice "This will be a perfect year...as long as I don't get any Americans..."
He took a stool that was stacked by the wall and placed it in front of a easel, he took a few paint tubes and a palette, he squeezed the paint onto the palette and took his brush. He began to paint one of his strongest war memories of his childhood, where he was attacked and lost his eye to German soldiers at a young age.
He sighed a bit, a tear coming to his eye, remembering all the pain that his family also went though during that war. He placed the brush down on the palette, only the outlines of the painting so far done. He rubbed the eye patch over his missing left eye, he then walked to his desk to began planning for the day.
