When I walked into my college-level senior English class that warm spring day, I was expecting the usual hi-jinks. School was nearly finished and most of my students, even though they were the best & the brightest, had shut down some weeks before. They were all graduating, all accepted at college, all kicking back & enjoying their last month of high school....
This is the third story in a trilogy. The first story, Summer School: The Introduction is published under "mature". The second, Summer School: Breaking-up Party under "Group sex". - - - - I used to visit my grandfather Anders regularly when he was an old man and bound to a wheel chair. His brain was still sharp and he entertained me with stories from his...
Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34A--24--35 95-pound figure with blond hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a...
If you've read my Journal you will know that I'm not a very big person (well, the features that you can see when I've got some clothes on) and that my face is quite young looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a hairdresser when the building that the salon was in caught fire. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go bac...
Sally Turner took her bath, shaved her legs, used her best perfume liberally, put on fresh make-up carefully, and brushed her hair. She put on a new robe then went around the house closing curtains and blinds and turning off lights. She sat in the darkened living room waiting for him and thinking. "This could ruin my life. Thank God he's eighteen at least...
Some people are born idiots. Some have idiocy thrust upon them while others work to become idiots. As a teacher I've seen samples of all three. Jerome is one of those who works at it. I had, reluctantly, let him use one of the school cameras for his media studies assignment. All he had to do was point and shoot. Hopefully even he couldn't stuff that up. Tur...
I sat in the back of the classroom as I had 10 years earlier, but this time the roles were a little different. As a “parent” I was now on the adult side of parent/teacher night. But I still felt awkward and out of place. Everyone else here was older and seemed more at ease; I had already twice been mistaken for a student. I got tired of explaining that it wa...
Algebra and trigonometry usually bore the hell out of students. I teach both and try to make my classes fun as well as an effective learning experience. My wife, Lois, is the nurse for two elementary schools. By the way, my name is Robert, but I'm better known as Bob. At the beginning of our school system's final week of summer vacation, we were nosily watc...
With a pounding heart, I knocked on the door of the classroom. This was my last chance to go over to the next year. Let me introduce myself. My name is Julien and I'm 18 years old. I attend a school in Higher General Secondary Education. My grades this year weren't good, and the only way to go over to next year was to convince my French teacher to let me lo...
Several years ago, we were visiting 'family' for a week long vacation. They used to live in the country, but urban sprawl was catching up to them and their property was starting to be surrounded by housing developments. To get away a bit of quiet alone time almost everyday Sam and I would go for a walk in the woods near their house. Just behind the pine tr...