cgraven
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Teacher’s Lesson
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John J Pershing High School was on the poor side of town. The students by and large were already written off by society. Pershing High was the providence of two rival gangs the Sharks and the Leopards each gang had tagged its territory in the school. Presiding over this failing school was principle Markham Noise. He could not do much about the students other than to apply draconian discipline on them and being as tough as the gangs themselves. Markham Noise also had an eye and a hunger for pretty young students, and pretty young teacher’s as well.
It was the end of summer vacation, and Noise had several new teachers to interview for potential positions to the teaching staff at Pershing. He was not looking forward to the task for the only ones who ever applied to teach at Pershing were either shriveled old prunes, or ugly hags that could not land a better teaching job at a better school. Hell almost any school in the city was better than John J Pershing High. Markham Noise was setting behind his large oak desk reviewing a Miss Penelope Goodner's application. Markham groaned Penelope He stilled himself for another interview with a shriveled old prune.
This is a closed thread for Opensesame54321 and cgraven.
John J Pershing High School was on the poor side of town. The students by and large were already written off by society. Pershing High was the providence of two rival gangs the Sharks and the Leopards each gang had tagged its territory in the school. Presiding over this failing school was principle Markham Noise. He could not do much about the students other than to apply draconian discipline on them and being as tough as the gangs themselves. Markham Noise also had an eye and a hunger for pretty young students, and pretty young teacher’s as well.
It was the end of summer vacation, and Noise had several new teachers to interview for potential positions to the teaching staff at Pershing. He was not looking forward to the task for the only ones who ever applied to teach at Pershing were either shriveled old prunes, or ugly hags that could not land a better teaching job at a better school. Hell almost any school in the city was better than John J Pershing High. Markham Noise was setting behind his large oak desk reviewing a Miss Penelope Goodner's application. Markham groaned Penelope He stilled himself for another interview with a shriveled old prune.
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