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    Andromedan Professor
    Andromedan Professor
    Andromedan Professor
    Ebook54 pages43 minutes

    Andromedan Professor

    By Sunday Olelewe

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    Voyage to Andromeda is an invaluable students companion and short guide for classroom management for educators.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateJan 30, 2015
    ISBN9781483549316
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      Andromedan Professor - Sunday Olelewe

      Students

      Scene 1

      Beaming with excitement over my success to teach in Andromeda, I was writing the lesson for my second period of class, when a student asked me with a trembling voice Teacher, what is cracking outside? I listened and actually heard something cracking outside. I thought it was celebratory fireworks so I opened my second floor window.

      Surprisingly, I noticed people scattering in different directions, cars colliding with each other and people taking cover under the trees. As I stretched my neck out the window to have a better view of what was going on, a bullet smashed through the glass of the window.

      I dived into the classroom for cover. My school security radio sent an emergency alert that required all doors and windows closed and the cessation of movement among students and staff until further notice.

      As we were inside wondering what was going on, another bullet tore through the classroom wall, but no one was hurt. My students and I were terrified, wondering what was going on. Fortunately the school radio kept announcing intermittently that we were safe and that the Situation would soon be brought under control.

      After making sure that my students were secured, I decided to investigate a little for myself, since the outside was clear from the glass window illuminated by midday sun.

      As I was peeping, I saw two opposing street gangs fighting for the control of the street.

      They were shooting at each other in the open at midday!

      The opposing gangs were taking cover by using the houses on both sides of the street. Only a street separated them from each other.

      The unfortunate ones had been shot down on the open street and their members were waiting for the shooting to end to clear their dead and wounded. Suddenly, a police helicopter appeared, followed by a team of police cars, ambulance, fire truck and other emergency services. The gangsters put away their guns in their homes across the street and came out as if they were innocent bystanders.

      The venue of the street fight was a street that divides the two State poor working class housing called projects. Each of the big housing complexes had its own group of youths that wanted to control the sale of drugs in their own complex.

      My school was located in this neighborhood to educate the children that live in this poor working class area. Consequently, whenever there was a inter gang fight, my school got trapped in the middle of it.

      For some unknown reason whatever happens in this small community remains in this community.

      The news media is not interested in what goes on in this little community. Ironically, the veterans of this gang’s battles called it the best place to live.

      The young ladies that were raised in this little community told me that they would never date any man that was not raised in the community. Asserting that it was in the community that real men were born and buried.

      As I began to interact with this little community that had provided me a job closely through students’ visitation, I noticed that there was hardly any family that was immune from the effect of the street battles. Many young boys and girls had been killed, or maimed permanently.

      As you walk around these streets that surrounded my school, you see disabled teenagers moving around in wheel chairs or walking sticks as if they were movie actors.

      Scene 2

      I arrived at my job at 7:00 a.m., arranged my desk, put up my assignment on the board and opened the door five minutes before

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