Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Ok, I'll tell you more...

Thomas had a few problems. For one thing, some of the older girls were "precocious", undoubtably a result of years of single-sex education. They spent hundreds of hours speculating on the romances, sex lives, sexual orientation, and coupling potential of the faculty. They nicknamed teacher of french Miss Anita Darling "Ineeda Darling" and wrote one-minute round robin stories about she her roomate Pearl Searles having lesbian sex in their model T, which they chugged around Rowayton in and drove to the liquor store once a week. Each was almost 80 years old, so.....They created passionate love scenes between Mr. Emerson, the faux-bohemian, thirtyish, sloppily dressed drama teacher who always had a cigarette pinched between his index and middle fingers, , and Leslie Latham, divorced and horny english teacher and mother of Louie Latham, who hung around the wooded paths between buildings when he was on break from his third-rate boarding school in Maine. They created improbable yet innumerable triangles, usually two women battling over one man, since men were scarce. They nonchalantly changed out of their gym blouses in the back of algebra class, enjoying the sweat popping out on Mr. Cunha's forehead as he stood at the blackboard and did not make eye contact. They were encouraged to read the beat poets and cultiivate that unhealthy look, ("The gulls look So Natural!") and then everyone was surprised when they went to New York on the weekends and found lovers who were old enough to be their absent fathers.

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