Mr Hendricks didn't care about anything anymore. His marriage was falling apart. The last of his kids were off to college, so now his household was empty of meaning. He was stuck at a dead-end job as a high school teacher in a district that was cutting benefits and pay left and right. He probably should have joined a union, but the superintendent strongly hinted union employees would be the first to be fired if the school needed to cut personell. He would probably one of those old teachers who were still working up into thier 70s, just so he could pay his bills. He no longer got summer vacations off - ever since the school started classes in late July and ended them in early June, he was stuck at work for most of the year, especially since he was kept on to teach summer school. His life was hell.
At 45, he still looked like he had a lot of potential in him. His jet black hair was just starting to get whisps of grey in it. He was powerfully built with broad shoulders and powerful arms. He looked ruggedly handsome and very mature. Hell, he swore he even made some of the freshman girls swoon. Apperently, he still had his youthful power over women even now, 25 years later. Unfortunately, as he glanced down the hall while entering his classroom for the last class of the day and spotted his friend, Mr Darlick; he caught a glimpse of what would become of him after 25 more years: a shuffling old man in a faded tweed suit with a pot belly and creaky joints. Mr Darlick had been just as robust and healthy 25 years ago as Mr Hendricks was today. Mr Hendricks really needed to get out of this school environment before it destroyed him. More than that, he needed some excitement and adventure - something he'd never really gotten in his life.
At 45, he still looked like he had a lot of potential in him. His jet black hair was just starting to get whisps of grey in it. He was powerfully built with broad shoulders and powerful arms. He looked ruggedly handsome and very mature. Hell, he swore he even made some of the freshman girls swoon. Apperently, he still had his youthful power over women even now, 25 years later. Unfortunately, as he glanced down the hall while entering his classroom for the last class of the day and spotted his friend, Mr Darlick; he caught a glimpse of what would become of him after 25 more years: a shuffling old man in a faded tweed suit with a pot belly and creaky joints. Mr Darlick had been just as robust and healthy 25 years ago as Mr Hendricks was today. Mr Hendricks really needed to get out of this school environment before it destroyed him. More than that, he needed some excitement and adventure - something he'd never really gotten in his life.