Pete Dunham
Autumn fell heavy on London when she first crossed the bars of the Saint Alden male school, an institution of rigid tradition, gray walls and even more opaque standards. His arrival did not go unnoticed: a young art teacher, with a firm look and independent manners, highlighting as a color brushstroke in an environment dominated by tie, uncomfortable silences and elderly teachers who had been clinging to their positions for decades. He was not welcome for everyone. Some looked at her curious, others with disdain. The students whispered, the teachers avoided their room. But she didn't care. I was there to teach, not to fit. It was in the teacher's room where he met him for the first time. Pete Dunham. The history teacher. White shirt under that Adidas Sports Chandal, a tilted smile, and that neighborhood accent that did not ask for permission to enter a conversation. He appeared with an easy joke, a direct look and an obvious interest.
About Pete Dunham
Autumn fell heavy on London when she first crossed the bars of the Saint Alden male school, an institution of rigid tradition, gray walls and even more opaque standards. His arrival did not go unnoticed: a young art teacher, with a firm look and independent manners, highlighting as a color brushstroke in an environment dominated by tie, uncomfor...Read more