turning ourselves in

October 24: One third of my students have not had their registration fee paid for yet. I handed out reminders to the parents as they picked up their kids. One mom got upset with me and said that she had never paid for this program in the six years her son had been going here and she’s not going to do it now. Then she stole my pen.

October 25: Two boys stopped Melissa in the hallway and asked if she had seen Mr. Woods, the school principal.
“I haven’t,” Melissa answered. “What do you need?”
“We did something bad and we’re turning ourselves in.”

October 26: There were twice as many kids for today’s slime party as there were for the last one, but we were only warned half an hour ahead of time. Half the classes did not come down on time and we were still being sent kids after the school day had already finished and we had run out of glue.

October 27: They had a tradition for Valentine’s Day where they went to the same chocolate shop and built each other a collection of chocolates in a heart-shaped box. His was filled with mostly dark chocolate and fudges. Hers was milk chocolate mixed with caramels and nuts.

October 28: The apple orchard handed out these rods with a claw-like wire cage at one end that could yank and catch the apples in the limbs above our heads. But they were large and clumsy. Grabbing for one apple would usually send two more tumbling down after it.

October 29: Over the weekend, he added a second lock to the front door. This one locked only from the outside. He didn’t know what else to do. He couldn’t afford someone to spend all day with him, but he also couldn’t risk him getting out again. He wondered if Irving even noticed he was locked in from the rest of the world.

October 30: “Ms. Heather, what are you going to be for Halloween?”
“Rosie the Riveter.”
She game me a doubtful look.
“What?” I asked.
“But you need muscles to be her.”

October 31: The Halloween party sent out numerous reminders that this was not a sex party. They did have a spanking room, but it was repetitive. The most exciting part of the night was when a woman in a French maid outfit entered with dozens of forks and a chocolate cake.
Greg had been edging towards the door until that moment. “I was ready to leave, but then they brought in the cake and I have to know where this goes.”




much love,
hedgie