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Post by Brianna Murphy on Apr 2, 2012 10:57:30 GMT -5
My life has gone by way too fast; I can’t believe I haven’t written in a journal since I was a seventh year. Mum and dad have both passed a few years ago. I’m teaching Muggle Studies now; I know it’s a crazy idea of me teaching. I hope that I’m not a too bad of an influence on my students.
I’m starting to wonder what I’m doing not doing something about these Death Eaters. I do know they are already watching me because of what I teach but I don’t care. I don’t have anything to lose. I’m willing to risk my life to help these students have better lives; I’m not scared of dying I’m just scared of dying for nothing.
I wish I knew how to be a good teacher. I want to help the kids but I have to teach too. It’s awful what this bloody war is doing to them. I think I understand how my mum felt during the first war now.
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Post by Brianna Murphy on May 8, 2012 7:29:36 GMT -5
I chose a horrible subject to teach. Most students don't care about muggles let alone respect them. I refuse to conform to anyone about muggles. They'll have to kill me before I will conform to Death Eaters.
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