To Be A Teacher - To Be Remembered

To Be A Teacher – To Be Remembered

I read a quote by Andy Rooney from the television program “60 Minutes” in which he said, “Most of us end up with no more than five or six people who remember us. Teachers have thousands of people who remember them for the rest of their lives.”

So this is the last day of the school year, and my first year as a teacher. I am walking through the halls, amist girls dressed in skimpy clothing, boys with their pants practically falling off, boys with carefully groomed beards, pregnant girls, and boys with tattoos which identify what gang they belong to. Although the concept of education hasn’t changed that much throughout the years, the student population surely has.

I pass Angela in the hallway. Funny, now that she has had her baby, now I realize just how big she really was. Seems like only last month that we had a baby shower for Angela’s baby. Angela and I chat for a while. She told me she and the baby’s father are living together and they are planning to get married after graduation. I didn’t tell Angelia that boyfriends who belong in gangs don’t always make great fathers. But Angela knows that already.

Graduation ceremonies are this Wednesday. Anthony is graduating. Anthony belongs to a gang, but he came to school every day. When I first met Anthony his reading level was that of a fifth grader.

On an old Twilight Zone, an elderly teacher was retiring. He spent one last time in his classroom. His classroom came to life, a roomful of young men whom he had taught throughout the years. With a glistening in the retiring teacher’s eyes, he was in disbelief in what he was seeing. Several of the students stood up and reminded the teacher what he had taught him, courage, strength, belief in one’s self.

Teachers give the gift of life, and it continues throughout life. Just like a child needs food for nurturing, a child also needs a teacher for nurturing his mind, to get a child to realize that knowledge is not just memorizing something, or getting an A on a test – but to teach a child that many things are possible when the mind is willing to explore new avenues. A teacher teaches a child how to open his mind to new ideas, to new beliefs, and a teacher demands expectations when the child has none.

And when a child is grown, has reached his potential, has become a doctor or an engineer, or has self respect for himself, that person usually has a teacher to thank.

Sweet Dreams

Although we’re apart, you will always be a part of my heart.

I loved you before I knew you. I fanaticized about you every
night. And when we finally met, I knew God was shining
down upon me.

But you had different dreams – many women more beautiful
and many women more giving. And when I realized it
wasn’t me, I gave you my best wishes so things could be.

You are a daddy now, and a husband – and you are my lover.
You give me emotional support and are always there
when I need you – even when I don’t saying anything.

You go to sleep each night with another woman, and I sleep alone.
Although we’re apart, you will always be a part of my heart.

Let's Chill a Little

Hey, life is really tough right now. So go get a cup of coffee, or go get a margarita and relax a little. Here's a short story I put together.

SWEET SAVANNAH
By Mary Cochran

Jen drove to the cottage, with the windows down and the cool breeze bellowing through her hair. She had six days to herself and she wanted to make the most of it – mostly, she wanted to enjoy the company of a man, with no emotional attachments, no commitments, just the joy of the smell and feel of a raw man. The drive to Savannah was nice and relaxing.

The cottage was in view now, a small house with a yard, and a white picket fence, with little blue forget-me-not flowers in front. That was just the beginning of what Jen needed, aside from a man. The groceries were unpacked, Miller Lights in the freezer. Sitting on the back porch on the lounge chair, Jen could smell the sweetness of everything around her. Dinner was waiting.

The downtown area seemed almost like being in Key West, the stores with their metal roofs, all the flowers growing as if they were blown in place by the wind. Jen found a small restaurant. The menu was placed in the window. Chicken cordeon blue, filet, shrimp and lobster. Inside, the lights were dim, Jazz music played softly. Couples mingled. Being by herself, Jen chose a two-seat table in the back corner. Typical of Jen. Jen ordered a Miller Light. She chose the filet, with the horseradish sauce, baked potato, and a salad with mandarin oranges, walnuts and cut apples. For desert, Jen chose Josh.

Oh, Josh, you look so good. Are you sure you’re by yourself? Josh was the proprietor of the restaurant. He chose the menu himself, his favorite foods, he said. When Josh saw Jen come in and she chose a table in the back corner that was his invitation to introduce himself. After Jen finished dinner and was sipping on a class of wine, the waiter cleared the table. And without saying a word, the waiter brought over two cups of coffee. Josh brought over a piece of chocolate cake, with chocolate frosting and chocolate sprinkles – one piece and two forks. Josh didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The look in Jen’s dark brown eyes told him to sit.

Neither said a word. Josh just sat down with the cake and coffee and handed Jen a fork. After the cake was gone, Josh said to Jen, what kinds of liqueurs do you like, how about Irish Crème? Jen just nodded. Josh brought over two mugs of fresh hot coffee. It was steaming and you could smell the strong aroma of the coffee beans. Josh also brought over a bottle of Irish Crème and a bottle of Khalua. Josh, being in control, poured both into the coffee, stirred the coffee with his finger, then put his finger in Jen’s mouth for her to lick it dry.

Jen waited for the restaurant to close. She sipped coffee and watched as Josh helped the staff with cleaning and locking up. Then Josh motioned for her to come. Without saying a word, Jen left with Josh.

Although Jen had driven her car to the downtown area. She got in Josh’s little two seater convertible. There was a light wind at this time, the moon was bright. All the critters in the woods were making their mating calls.

Funny, Josh seemed to know the way to the cottage. When Jen asked him how he knew the way, Josh explained, he knows the owners. They had told him she was coming.

Inside the cottage, Josh set up the lights. He left on only the hallway light, which made a small dim throughout the cottage. Then Josh took Jen’s hand gently into his and led her to the bedroom. He sat Jen down on the bed. She was memorized.

Josh unbuttoned her shirt, brushed his hands against her breasts. He used his strong hands, pushed her head against his stomach, massaging her head. He smelled her hair, kissed it. Josh took off his shirt, a simple button down no nonsense cotton shirt. Then Josh took off his pants, Dockers, of course. Josh had a strong body, not too thin and just the right amount of man fat. He had chest hair. His arms had muscle. He gleamed of strength. Without saying a word, Jen stood up and began to undress. Josh stopped her. He stood her up. He pushed her body against his. Naturally, Jen’s arms went around his body. Her face into his chest. She immersed her face into his chest, with her arms wrapped around his waist, allowing their bodies to become one.

Very gently, Josh began to undress her. He took off her shirt, unzipped her skirt and let fall down to the floor. Then Josh gently pushed Jen down on the bed.

Jen’s head was at the top of the bed. Josh was beside her. He knelt over top of her, using his hands to get the emotional feel of her body. Josh pulled off Jen’s panties, bikini, satin and lace, and wet.

Josh was straddling over Jen. He opened her legs, inserted two of his fingers into her. He massaged her inner being. He took one of her hands into his, gently massaging her palm and hand. Then Josh took both of Jen’s wrists, spread her arms apart, and pinned her to the bed. He kissed her, his tongue going deep into her mouth, his tongue licking her lips. Josh then went to Jen’s breasts. They were big, not fake, just big. He sucked. He sucked more. He had Jen’s wrists pinned to the bed, her legs open with his legs separating hers. Jen was crazy with lust. Are you ready? Jen nooded yes. Josh let go of Jen’s wrists. Jen was motionless. Josh separated Jen’s legs, pulling them far apart, and inserted his penis into her. He thrust his penis into her with long deep pulsating intensity. Then he pulled out of her. Jen opened her mouth, waiting to be fed like a baby bird being fed by its mother.

Then they fell into peaceful sleep, with their bodies wrapped around each other and their smells becoming one.

When morning came, Jen prepared breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. Then Josh drove Jen back to the restaurant to get her car.