Saturday Blast From The Past- End of May
End of May
"'Write on my gravestone: "Infidel, Traitor."' Okay class, who can tell me who said that?" Miss Jensen looked around to see if there was any sign of recognition on any faces. Most of them were trying to look invisible. She saw Libby looking around to see if any other hands were going up, seeing none she slowly raised hers.
"Yes Libby," Miss Jensen said. Thank God for one she thought.
"Wendell Phillips" Libby offered.
"Yes that's right Libby, thank you. People, I know that it's hot and I know that you all want to get out of here. But finals are coming up and if you haven't read this material I suggest you start doing so." As she spoke the students were putting their books into their packs and were barely hiding their inattention. "Just two more weeks," she continued, " and you'll be rid of me, but for now, read the chapter." The bell rang signaling the stampede to the door.
She saw Jimmy Petrie walking down the isle and said, "Mr. Petrie, could I see you for a moment." She wasn't sure if it was the heat or the long school year but she couldn't help noticing how Jimmy had filled out this year. He played varsity everything so it was no wonder.
"Yes Miss Jensen," Jimmy said. He stood next to her. She found his proximity alarmingly arousing, felt she should move away yet was unable.
"I ah, wanted to ask you," she found it hard to speak. They were the only two in the room by now and the heat between them was almost more than she could bear. "I wanted to ask about your term paper that was due last..." she trailed off, unable to go on while looking to his blue eyes. Before she knew what she was doing she reached up and kissed him full on the mouth. She let go quickly, shocked at her own behavior.
Jimmy stepped towards her, took the side of her face gently in his hand, looked deep into her eyes and said, "Mr. Petrie, can you please state the Pythagorean Theorem?"
She looked at him confused, he leaned in towards her and said "Earth to Mr. Petrie."
The entire fifth period Algebra class erupted into laughter as Mr. Langdon leaned over Jimmy Petrie's desk. "Mr. Petrie, your grades aren't good enough that you can sit and daydream all though class. I suggest you pay more attention." Mr. Langdon walked back towards the front of the class as the snickers continued. Jimmy shrunk down in his seat and hoped his notebook was hiding the residual effects of his daydream.
"'Write on my gravestone: "Infidel, Traitor."' Okay class, who can tell me who said that?" Miss Jensen looked around to see if there was any sign of recognition on any faces. Most of them were trying to look invisible. She saw Libby looking around to see if any other hands were going up, seeing none she slowly raised hers.
"Yes Libby," Miss Jensen said. Thank God for one she thought.
"Wendell Phillips" Libby offered.
"Yes that's right Libby, thank you. People, I know that it's hot and I know that you all want to get out of here. But finals are coming up and if you haven't read this material I suggest you start doing so." As she spoke the students were putting their books into their packs and were barely hiding their inattention. "Just two more weeks," she continued, " and you'll be rid of me, but for now, read the chapter." The bell rang signaling the stampede to the door.
She saw Jimmy Petrie walking down the isle and said, "Mr. Petrie, could I see you for a moment." She wasn't sure if it was the heat or the long school year but she couldn't help noticing how Jimmy had filled out this year. He played varsity everything so it was no wonder.
"Yes Miss Jensen," Jimmy said. He stood next to her. She found his proximity alarmingly arousing, felt she should move away yet was unable.
"I ah, wanted to ask you," she found it hard to speak. They were the only two in the room by now and the heat between them was almost more than she could bear. "I wanted to ask about your term paper that was due last..." she trailed off, unable to go on while looking to his blue eyes. Before she knew what she was doing she reached up and kissed him full on the mouth. She let go quickly, shocked at her own behavior.
Jimmy stepped towards her, took the side of her face gently in his hand, looked deep into her eyes and said, "Mr. Petrie, can you please state the Pythagorean Theorem?"
She looked at him confused, he leaned in towards her and said "Earth to Mr. Petrie."
The entire fifth period Algebra class erupted into laughter as Mr. Langdon leaned over Jimmy Petrie's desk. "Mr. Petrie, your grades aren't good enough that you can sit and daydream all though class. I suggest you pay more attention." Mr. Langdon walked back towards the front of the class as the snickers continued. Jimmy shrunk down in his seat and hoped his notebook was hiding the residual effects of his daydream.
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