It was just as well that it was the last lesson of the week. It had been a testing day for Lindsay Latchford. There was something about 10th grade students. She seemed to have more than her fair share of potential delinquents testing her thin patience. So impulsive they could be with their hormones raging and disdain many show to any semblance of authority. It was made worse for the 32 year old biology teacher as she was supposed to try to explain away some of the issue of their physiological changes not to mention pretending to be an expert about sex.
For five years, the bespectacled blonde had been teaching. And while some routines had become easier, other things had not. For as long as she remembered, Lindsay had aspired to join the profession. She always thought it was her vocation in life but in practice, it turned out to be much tougher than she expected. Yet education establishment were virtually all she knew. She even married a professor almost twice her age thinking it would help her career.
As the students made their way rather boisterously out of class, the biology teacher was thankful she could start to pack her books and papers away. It would be a relief to get home though as more often than not her husband would not be there. He seemed to be always doing lecture tours but Lindsay did not mind. Their marriage was always more of one of convenience though she had a deep affection for Alan. She would spend her time on one of her hobbies like painting, cooking or reading which she loved. Perhaps she was more suited to being a librarian, she often thought.
For five years, the bespectacled blonde had been teaching. And while some routines had become easier, other things had not. For as long as she remembered, Lindsay had aspired to join the profession. She always thought it was her vocation in life but in practice, it turned out to be much tougher than she expected. Yet education establishment were virtually all she knew. She even married a professor almost twice her age thinking it would help her career.
As the students made their way rather boisterously out of class, the biology teacher was thankful she could start to pack her books and papers away. It would be a relief to get home though as more often than not her husband would not be there. He seemed to be always doing lecture tours but Lindsay did not mind. Their marriage was always more of one of convenience though she had a deep affection for Alan. She would spend her time on one of her hobbies like painting, cooking or reading which she loved. Perhaps she was more suited to being a librarian, she often thought.