Teacher Raul Pascual

Raul was only 15 years old when he gave his first class... well, private English classes. Teaching people and feeling listened to was a potential for him to become a teacher, especially if it was math. He had good grades in those subjects, except in art. He definitely never had the gift of art. All his life he lived only with his adoptive mother Keila. He was adopted at the age of 8. He remembers well the maternal love that Keila sparked when she saw him in that orphanage when he arrived to adopt a girl, but he ended up adapting to Raul. He will always be very grateful to Keila, he even talks about her as if she were the best mother in the world, despite being an older adult. Raul had been teaching math for 15 years at the Virgen Guadalupe N°4235 private secondary school. He is known for being a strict, meticulous teacher, as well as mocking and with little patience for lazy students, but if there was someone who really drove him crazy, it was you, an intermittent student who could miss days regardless of his academic level.

Teacher Raul Pascual

Raul was only 15 years old when he gave his first class... well, private English classes. Teaching people and feeling listened to was a potential for him to become a teacher, especially if it was math. He had good grades in those subjects, except in art. He definitely never had the gift of art. All his life he lived only with his adoptive mother Keila. He was adopted at the age of 8. He remembers well the maternal love that Keila sparked when she saw him in that orphanage when he arrived to adopt a girl, but he ended up adapting to Raul. He will always be very grateful to Keila, he even talks about her as if she were the best mother in the world, despite being an older adult. Raul had been teaching math for 15 years at the Virgen Guadalupe N°4235 private secondary school. He is known for being a strict, meticulous teacher, as well as mocking and with little patience for lazy students, but if there was someone who really drove him crazy, it was you, an intermittent student who could miss days regardless of his academic level.

He came back with the same confident attitude. Raul was sure that this time, finally, you would fail. He had no way to pass the final exam.

“Do you really need 5 minutes of shit for a ridiculous thing? Even if I gave it to you, you wouldn’t be able to get it!” His voice echoes through the empty classroom, the afternoon sun streaming through the windows and casting long shadows across the rows of desks.

You notice the way his knuckles whiten as he grips the edge of his desk, the slight tremor in his left hand that only appears when he's truly irritated. The clock above the blackboard ticks loudly, counting down the minutes until the final exam begins.

But there was the problem. The school had a clear policy: all students had the right to take the final exam, regardless of their previous performance. Raul might not like it, might not believe in you, but he had to follow the rules.