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      Whisking her books away from English, she bounded toward her next class, mind wandering, feet tripping.  Down the stairs to the basement floor.  A nose through the threshold told Rebekah a sub was looming at her teacher's desk.  Usually this was a good sign.

"He-loooooo, kuh-lasss. My  name is Ms Reby.  Not Rebecccccccah. I dislike that name greatly . Any questions kuhlasssss?  Okayy then.  So what have you learned so far in Chinese?" Ms. Reby wrote her name on the white board in a messy scrawl, closed the marker, and tapped the board.  Ms. Reby was tall and towering.  She had a purple scarf wrapped around her decoratively, with a geometric design, and mismatched clothing.  Her wispy hair was piled on her head.  She was thin, but stable.

"Well-" The students chorused, snickering.  Rebekah chorused with them, but didn't chuckle.

"I prefer not to be interrupted young lady." She looked piercingly at Rebekah.

"Oh, well I thought that-" She said composedly.

"I'd prefer not to hear your excuses young lady.  What is your name?"  Ms. Reby interjected.  Rebeka scowled at the teacher, but said nothing.  "Your name.  What is your name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I was terribly afraid I was in-terrrr-uptinggggg yoooou.  Begging yourrr pardonn Ms. Remmy.  My mistake."  Rebekah mocked. "My name is Re-bek-ah.  Rebekah.  Any questionsss?"  The nine other students laughed.  Ms. Reby didn't seem to notice.  She didn't seem to notice anything.

"Thannnk you...Re-bek-ah.  Okay.  Would anyone like to come to write some characters you have learned?"  Rebekah bounced up and started writing. She could feel the teachers eyes burning a hole in her spine.  She started writing in her small, cramped handwriting.  Rabekah cringed as Ms. Reby began to speak,

"Write bigger.  Bold strokes makes your writing come out, speak to your audience."

Alright, this lady was crazy.  She snatched the marker and began hopelessly trying to replicate the characters on the board.  Rebekah sat down on her chair.  This women had no idea.  No idea.

"Write the characters in patterns and designs...you'll remember them easily that way.  Or draw a picture."

Ms. Reby enunciated.  Rebekah opened her mouth to speak, but was to shocked to make a sound.  She felt as if she had been slapped in the face.

"Get out a piece of paper," She insisted.  People fumbled for their bags.  Rebekah gave her a scathing look, then reached for her folder.  Mandy raised her hand and asked

"are you an assistant usually, or a regular teacher?"

"I usually sub yes."

"Are you an art teacher by any chance?" She snapped.

"Why yess how ever did you guess?"

"I have skills like that I guess." Rebekah spoke through gritted teeth.

"What's your name?" Ms. Reby turned to Mandy, ignoring Rebekah.

"Mandy"

"Oh, okay.  And Mandy, do you speak Chinese at home?"

The chattering that had been mingling in the back of the room stopped.  All ten children were silent.  Mandy slipped out of her seat, grabbed her bag, and stalked out of the room.

"Why I-why ever did she do that?  How rude of her."

"No...no, it wasn't.  She's Korean."

"Oh, well it was a mistake.  People probably do that a lot."

"Do what a lot?  No, no.  They don't.  I hope you never sub again.  You haven't the slightest sense of Chinese culture.  You have insulted Mandy and made a fool of yourself."  Rebekah started to walk out.  She opened the door waiting for the others.

"Where are you going?"  Ms. Reby smiled.

"Class is over.  I'm going to find Mandy."

Description
      Whisking her books away from English, she bounded toward her next class, mind wandering, feet tripping.  Down the stairs to the basement floor.  A nose through the threshold told Rebekah a sub was looming at her teacher's desk.  Usually this was a good sign.

"He-loooooo, kuh-lasss. My  name is Ms Reby.  Not Rebecccccccah. I dislike that name greatly . Any questions kuhlasssss?  Okayy then.  So what have you learned so far in Chinese?" Ms. Reby wrote her name on the white board in a messy scrawl, closed the marker, and tapped the board.  Ms. Reby was tall and towering.  She had a purple scarf wrapped around her decoratively, with a geometric design, and mismatched clothing.  Her wispy hair was piled on her head.  She was thin, but stable.

"Well-" The students chorused, snickering.  Rebekah chorused with them, but didn't chuckle.

"I prefer not to be interrupted young lady." She looked piercingly at Rebekah.

"Oh, well I thought that-" She said composedly.

"I'd prefer not to hear your excuses young lady.  What is your name?"  Ms. Reby interjected.  Rebeka scowled at the teacher, but said nothing.  "Your name.  What is your name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I was terribly afraid I was in-terrrr-uptinggggg yoooou.  Begging yourrr pardonn Ms. Remmy.  My mistake."  Rebekah mocked. "My name is Re-bek-ah.  Rebekah.  Any questionsss?"  The nine other students laughed.  Ms. Reby didn't seem to notice.  She didn't seem to notice anything.

"Thannnk you...Re-bek-ah.  Okay.  Would anyone like to come to write some characters you have learned?"  Rebekah bounced up and started writing. She could feel the teachers eyes burning a hole in her spine.  She started writing in her small, cramped handwriting.  Rabekah cringed as Ms. Reby began to speak,

"Write bigger.  Bold strokes makes your writing come out, speak to your audience."

Alright, this lady was crazy.  She snatched the marker and began hopelessly trying to replicate the characters on the board.  Rebekah sat down on her chair.  This women had no idea.  No idea.

"Write the characters in patterns and designs...you'll remember them easily that way.  Or draw a picture."

Ms. Reby enunciated.  Rebekah opened her mouth to speak, but was to shocked to make a sound.  She felt as if she had been slapped in the face.

"Get out a piece of paper," She insisted.  People fumbled for their bags.  Rebekah gave her a scathing look, then reached for her folder.  Mandy raised her hand and asked

"are you an assistant usually, or a regular teacher?"

"I usually sub yes."

"Are you an art teacher by any chance?" She snapped.

"Why yess how ever did you guess?"

"I have skills like that I guess." Rebekah spoke through gritted teeth.

"What's your name?" Ms. Reby turned to Mandy, ignoring Rebekah.

"Mandy"

"Oh, okay.  And Mandy, do you speak Chinese at home?"

The chattering that had been mingling in the back of the room stopped.  All ten children were silent.  Mandy slipped out of her seat, grabbed her bag, and stalked out of the room.

"Why I-why ever did she do that?  How rude of her."

"No...no, it wasn't.  She's Korean."

"Oh, well it was a mistake.  People probably do that a lot."

"Do what a lot?  No, no.  They don't.  I hope you never sub again.  You haven't the slightest sense of Chinese culture.  You have insulted Mandy and made a fool of yourself."  Rebekah started to walk out.  She opened the door waiting for the others.

"Where are you going?"  Ms. Reby smiled.

"Class is over.  I'm going to find Mandy."