12-16-2023, 09:51 AM
Renzo had no favorites when it came to his students. He kept things strictly professional, always. Had no weaknesses or anything close to that.
He was feared and respected, and his reputation kept intact.
Connie was brought to the institute a few weeks ago, and so far he couldn't believe he found himself advocating for the naive boy when one of the other teachers attempted to "discipline him", which meant he was going to be punished by something as absurd as using his phone.
Apparently the new boy didn't know every rule yet, which was understandable.
"I will take care of it, you don't need to take it out on the boy. You know he's new and it's your fucking job to be a better instructor and sit him through a reading of the rules, that's it," He walked out on that discussion room with that.
He went looking for the boy in question, well aware where his room was. He knocked on the door twice and waited. Then, cleared his throat. "It's Renzo, your teacher. May I have a word with you, Connie?" His voice was ever so stoic, emotionless and firm. That day he whore black slacks and a white buttoned up shirt with the sleeved rolled up. A black tie matching.
He was feared and respected, and his reputation kept intact.
Connie was brought to the institute a few weeks ago, and so far he couldn't believe he found himself advocating for the naive boy when one of the other teachers attempted to "discipline him", which meant he was going to be punished by something as absurd as using his phone.
Apparently the new boy didn't know every rule yet, which was understandable.
"I will take care of it, you don't need to take it out on the boy. You know he's new and it's your fucking job to be a better instructor and sit him through a reading of the rules, that's it," He walked out on that discussion room with that.
He went looking for the boy in question, well aware where his room was. He knocked on the door twice and waited. Then, cleared his throat. "It's Renzo, your teacher. May I have a word with you, Connie?" His voice was ever so stoic, emotionless and firm. That day he whore black slacks and a white buttoned up shirt with the sleeved rolled up. A black tie matching.