… I know these kids well though, I know my scores are five percent either way of what they would actually get. Only a gifted and experienced teacher can accomplish such a feat. It’s almost a shame not to use such talents. Besides, Tovsky will get a hardon if he finds out I didn’t complete reports on time. I’ll have to watch that incompetent fuck cum in his pants while riding his fucking high horse. No, I can’t give him the satisfaction. It’s almost a moral obligation to make sure that doesn’t happen. [… read full post]
… I whip my head around and see Mrs Lauder, the librarian. Her eyes are firmly fixed downwards on Donnatella, who is on her knees, still in tears. She then snaps her eyes on to mine. There is fear in those eyes, yet there is disgust in her expression. She takes a step towards the cubicle, slowly extending her arm towards Donnatella.
“Come with me honey” she quivers, urging Donnatella to come out, to get away, to get away from that predator. [… read full post]
… The message didn’t come as a surprise. I already knew she was depressed. I knew because, the vibe I felt, was all too familiar, allowing me to tune into that frequency where those silent screams are heard. Screams so deafening, if it ever existed in this material world, hearts would freeze, buildings would tremble, and a spectacular dance of shattered glass would rain. However, more impressive and more devastating than that, in the realm beyond, these silent screams are able to shatter one’s soul. [… read full post]
… I drop a pile of unmarked exams on top of my pile of unmarked exams. It dawns on me that I really need to start marking these papers soon. It’s been staring at me for a couple of weeks now, growing the whole time, taunting me, refusing to go down. If only a cold shower would work on those exams the same way it does on my morning hard-ons. [… read full post]
… I can hear my inner voice, but it’s distant, a distant echo, as though my soul had been sucked out by a wicked spell. It refuses to abandon me however, for its shadow remains inside this sweaty limp body, limp because it’s been crushed by the squeeze of a steroid pumped python that is now … that is now attempting to swallow me whole. [… read full post]
… it didn’t seem appropriate to talk about a serious matter when we were both slightly high. Having said that, neither was it appropriate to smoke marijuana with a student, especially during school hours. [… read full post]