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The year is starting to drag and its only October. That is not a good sign. Something about this year is especially tedious. Maybe because all I hear about is who's dating who, who cheated on who, or what the next episode of The Hills is about. And for the love of god if I never heard the words High School Musical again I could die a happy man.
Maybe the fact that Halloween is coming up will break me from the doldrums. Something about everyone getting all dressed up having fun can break you out of a rut. The only drawback being that I am in high school instead of in Madison. That means no naughty nurse, cop, maid, schoolgirl, all so skimpy they would have to put something on to be in a strip show. But instead I get real schoolgirls and innocence instead of trashy whoriness.
This week has been business as usual for the most part. I gave them their exam early in the week so it wouldn't interfere with the craziness that is Halloween. When I began going through the exam it was the usual results, half the class didn't bother to read the chapter, or even the study guide I gave them the week before. Somehow it didn't surprise me with this class, though at least I didn't get any talk of any teeny-bopper TV shows on this test. When I came to Nicky's exam I was truly shocked, she failed miserably. This is not like her at all; she's normally the one to break the curve. With all the technology in the school the students' grades are posted to their accounts by the end of the day. And to think, I used to have to wait at least a few days for a grade. Now by the time they get home from school it is there.
Today is Halloween and as usual the school is buzzing with excitement about costumes. The entire social studies department decided to dress up in costumes relating to America, with me being Uncle Sam (corny I know, but that's the way it is with us history people). Everyone was in good spirits, except for Nicky. She usually is someone who is somewhat reserved. Today is no exception, though she did dress up as a dark angel, kinda Goth. As she was leaving the class she asked if I would be in my office after school for her to stop by. I usually stick around for a while after school for the students if they need help, so of course I said yes.
At the end of the day I headed back to the office to gather my things and wait for Nicky to show up. The rest of the staff grabs their stuff and leaves, as they all have sports to coach and places to be. I get to relax until spring when baseball starts. When Nicky comes in I notice immediately that she has changed her costume a bit. The top is pulled a bit lower down, clearly showing her cleavage, and the dress is pulled up over the knees now.
"Mr. B, I'm worried about my grades, especially after that last exam that I tanked."
"Don't worry Nicky; you're doing fine in the class. You'll probably get a low A or a B."
"But I need to get an A or A+ in this class to be able to get into college."
