Brunette was checking me out. Although I couldn't place her face, it felt like we had met somewhere previously. She was a tall, long-legged white woman with brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Amidst the throng of high schoolers sauntering through the hallway, Brunette's thin physique and semi-professional attire stood out as she rushed through the crowd. She wore a very fitted skirt that cut right above her knees, and black high heels that were seemingly a challenge for her to walk in. The outfit was risqué, to say the least.
Brunette looked very young but given her ensemble, I knew she wasn't a student. I held the door open as she entered the school office, and followed right behind her. Just as I asked the Administrative Assistant for the whereabouts of the counselor who had invited me to visit, Brunette turned around to acknowledge me. She came down to find me because I was scheduled to visit her second period English class.
On the way up to her class, Brunette said that I looked familiar. I thought she was just making small talk. She asked me a series of questions to determine where we could have crossed paths, and it turned out that we attended the same university. However, since I had graduated nine years before her, that commonality didn't really matter--or so it seemed.
Brunette was a student-teacher at the high school, wrapping up her year long practicum. I was very familiar with the school because some of my more troubled players, including one who was accused of robbing a woman, graduated from there. On the other hand, I also taught some other students from that school in my summer Critical Thinking class who were exceptional. The student body was a very mixed bag, so I was curious about the group I had been asked to address.
We arrived at Brunette's makeshift classroom, which was separated from three adjoining classes by dividers, and she introduced me to her group of Juniors. I spoke for forty minutes to the students about my journey to the present, and navigating the college admissions process. Much to my delight, they were attentive throughout my talk and even asked a few questions when I was done. Brunette was seated in the back, listening intently to my story.
After the period ended and the students had cleared the room, Brunette approached me to talk. She had a slight smile on her face but also seemed nervous about what she had to say.
Brunette: Hey, so, I remember where I know you from.
Me: Oh, and where's that?
Brunette: A few years ago I was summoned to court in a case involving one of your players. You were brought there to testify.
Me: Oh yeh. I remember that. Please don't tell me that you were the one he was accused of robbing!
Brunette: No. He didn't rob me. (laughs nervously)
Me: Oh okay. Then why were you in court?
Brunette: I saw the robbery. It was in broad daylight, right by our alma mater.
Me: That couldn't have been. They said he did it at noon, but that's when practice starts and he was there.
Brunette: Somebody got the times wrong because it was definitely him.
Me: What did you see?
Brunette: This woman was pushing her baby carriage and he pulled a gun out on her then grabbed her purse and ran.
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