Conner seldom remembered his dreams. At most, the fuzzy portions that remained with him were from the dream events immediately preceding waking up. On this particular night, however, he remembered not just one, but two dreams nearly in their entirety. In the morning, when his alarm clock went off, he opened his eyes to the fleeting memory of a scenario in wh...
Teaching Her A Lesson Part Nine: Core Curricula Every other Tuesday in our district was an e-learning day for the students. For most of them, it meant sleeping in, waking up two minutes before sign-in was required for attendance, then brushing their teeth and eating breakfast while they half-listened to their first recorded lecture of the day. Then another...
Since the moment Conner had seen that academic decathlon picture change, he'd been beside himself with the need to talk to Miss C about the This Is Our Story program. Questions, considerations, implications... It was the most exciting development in yearbook since he'd first picked up the craft. That had been before he realized that he had body-swapped the...
For the next couple weeks, Conner somehow managed to avoid the temptation to fiddle around any further with TIOS. Hailey could take the lion's share of the credit for that; they met up under the auditorium stage most mornings for a quickie before school, every lunch period, and every evening. He'd already begun to forget that she was only playing the part of...
Part Five: Lesson Planning Last year, I agreed to help chaperone the class trip to Mexico that the Spanish department put together. My own Spanish was negligible but the kids helped get me through it. I dare say I even learned a bit from them, as well as some of the (very patient) locals I interacted with. The whole trip was incredible. Amazing food, fascin...
Teaching Her A Lesson Part Eight: Differentiated Instruction There. My desk was put back together. Better double check and make sure nobody dribbled anything anywhere. Hmm. Couple little spots where Taylor didn't get her mouth in place on time. Some tissue, dab dab dab, aaaand good. Cleaned up. Very good. One thing down. Cassie yawned, the first sound she...
Part Six: Anti-Bullying Initiatives "Wait, so... you're serious? I really have to...?" Abbie's look to me was pleading, to her social studies teacher, revulsed. "To let her teach you, yes. Is there a problem?" "You mean, other than her being my teacher and me not being gay?" "Are you my fantasy slut, or are you just here to get yourself off?" "Hey, don...
After his fainting spell Thursday, it was decided that Angelica would handle the driving for the last day of the semester. Conner tried to take his time getting ready. The less time he had to spend in the hall before first period, the better. Classrooms promised some small measure of safety. During final exams, they would be quiet and under the watchful eyes...
Author's note: All characters present for or witnessing any sexual encounters are 18+. Teaching Her A Lesson Part Three: Homeschooling Deep breaths. Deeeeep breaths. So that wasn't working. The garage door creaked shut behind me. And behind that... The night was almost perfect aside from that. Mid-sixties, a gentle breeze to keep the mosquitoes at bay...
Part Fourteen: Sub Plans During the summer months, it was easy for a single teacher's house to transition from a comforting retreat into a self-imposed prison. On the weekends, I still got out to see my friends, and otherwise there was the occasional errand to run, but as time passed, time increasingly lost meaning. Grocery shopping was as likely to happen...