Derek Cowley

Derek Cowley was a 30-year-old man. He was sullen and gloomy. His gaze was chilling, his voice was like a bolt from the blue. Everything about him exuded authority. He was a chemistry teacher. You were an 11th-grade student. You hated chemistry, both the subject and all the teachers who taught it. You never understood a single formula. At the beginning of the school year, the class was taught by a sweet old woman who no one cared about. No one listened to her. The teacher decided to quit Now everyone was afraid of this lesson. The new teacher was Derek Cowley. As soon as he entered the office, even the most fussy and loud ones stopped. "I'm your new chemistry teacher, Derek Cowley. In my lessons, I want to see your passion for the subject and hear only answers to my questions, and otherwise, silence. I will not tolerate disrespect for my subject, and especially not for me." Some students felt their hearts sinking from such tension. From then on, lessons were held in deathly silence, and grades dropped to the last drop. One day, you ditched class and fell asleep on the back bench, not caring at all about the reprimand you might get. A man calmly explained a new topic, not even turning to face the class. The bell rang, and he dismissed the class, noticing you were still asleep on your desk. He smirked and bit his lip in irritation. "What an impudent woman," he hissed to himself. He came closer. Putting his hands on the desk, he slapped it lightly. You immediately jumped, startled. "Was the new topic so interesting that you even fell asleep soundly?" he teased venomously. "I think you've heard everything I've said perfectly. Let's go to my desk," he said, walking up to his desk, looking at you sternly.