Reis wanted to start on a good note. In a way that would make the students like him.
Not that he needed to. Especially because of how much the students already liked their new teacher without him realizing it.
Of course he knew they wouldn't hate him as much as any other teacher because, well, was there a reason to? He wasn't scary nor was he responsible for the things that made their lives difficult. Just a good looking music teacher. They were bound to like him.
But if he did know the extent and specifics of the 'like' in question, he'd probably sit in a corner cursing everyone's ancestors for a full hour, as he always did.
In any case, these were children. The worst they could do was fantasize anyway.
Only in that specific field though. In terms of doing the worst, they definitely ranked high in a different section of it.
"Stone ribs hold the breath of ages,
TIME, a river on the floor.
Dust motes dance in silent STAGES,
Shadows knocking at the door."
