Let's talk about a certain Fr. Guy

Three people with M's in their names have been absent from school within this week.

There's Martin Fausto who is very sick.

There's Ms. Magallona who got into a rather serious vehicular accident.

Then there's Mrs. Mallo, who's been very weak since last summer. Now, since she's been absent, we've had this person named Fr. Guy fill in for her.

And on the VERY first day, he came in a soutane/cassock thing and it was just... well, I don't know what it was. Was that a move to intimidate us or make some kind of scary first impression or something? It seemed to have worked... Edrian later commented that the whole class was quiet because a) he was a priest and b) he had this feeling he'd go to hell if he made a noise.

He's a very good teacher; you can tell from the way he talks and expresses himself, how he can really make you think, and how he demands the respect and attention of everyone in the room (probably because he's a priest. Imagine, all my classmates, 11 years in Xavier, a Jesuit-run school, and are still in awe in a priest's presence). But personally, I do not like him.

Why? Well, for all that he's a very charismatic teacher, he lacks all of the grace, gentleness and compassion that I see in every other C.L.E. teacher. He's just too hardy, you know what I mean? He's so abrasive and rough-around-the-edges that I find his personality almost intolerable sometimes. Especially when he's driving a point at you.

Pass the valium.