- Joined
- Sep 24, 2011
- Location
- USA
It was a warm, almost hot day in early June in the town of Raymond, a relatively small suburb in the Western hills of Pennsylvania. Just outside of the downtown area, which wasn't much more than a main street with several chain restaurants and shopping options, was Willow Glen High School. By now, the lure of summer was setting in for students and staff alike, and although school was technically in session, it was no longer in full swing. For Mr. Duncan though, this meant an uptick in terms of workload and appointments. As head of the guidance department, the end of the year was filled with kids trying to avoid summer school, and the other end of the spectrum seeking his help with final preparations for college or scheduling for fall semester. In spite of the increased activity, however, there wasn't much excitement. Until this day, that was.
Mr. Duncan was 38, and though he kept his job at Willow Glen, his employment there was not really a necessity. He had done quite well for himself trading stocks and bonds, getting in on certain companies at the right time and dropping other assets at the right time as well. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, as the day wore on to a close and the sun beat through the blinds of his office window, he wondered why he even still bothered doing what he did. It was a thankless job, but on the other hand, people pretty much left him alone to do as he pleased. Having come out of Rutgers and then the financial sector of NYC, the school was thrilled to have someone with his educational pedigree and professional experience to "guide" their students. It was on this day though, that Mr. Duncan felt oh so fortunate to be in his position. As he looked at his list of student appointments for the day, he was not only relieved to be at the last name, but somewhat excited. The name was one which he recognized...which he had heard in the halls, heard from teachers and associated with a cute young lady he had his eye on for some time.
As Mr. Duncan got up from his desk and opened his office door, his suspicions were confirmed and the girl he associated with the name on his list was indeed outside his office. He took a breath, knowing full well where he intended to take this appointment but trying to remain as serious and professional as possible. As he set eyes upon the young girl in one of the chairs outside his office, he purposely acted dumbfounded, showing little enthusiasm...
"Umm you must be..."
He stepped slightly to the side, inviting the young lady into his office, mustering up his confidence and his courage to go through with what he had in mind. At 38 years old, he was no slouch...he stood and 6ft, about 210lbs, short light brown and slightly wavy hair, pale blue eyes...in good shape for his age but not overly muscular...moreso lean with a runner's body...he was dressed somewhat casually today in khaki pants, brown Skecher shoes and a black polo with Willow Glen High logo on it, and though he felt confident, this was also not an arrangement he had ever attempted to enter into before.
Mr. Duncan was 38, and though he kept his job at Willow Glen, his employment there was not really a necessity. He had done quite well for himself trading stocks and bonds, getting in on certain companies at the right time and dropping other assets at the right time as well. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, as the day wore on to a close and the sun beat through the blinds of his office window, he wondered why he even still bothered doing what he did. It was a thankless job, but on the other hand, people pretty much left him alone to do as he pleased. Having come out of Rutgers and then the financial sector of NYC, the school was thrilled to have someone with his educational pedigree and professional experience to "guide" their students. It was on this day though, that Mr. Duncan felt oh so fortunate to be in his position. As he looked at his list of student appointments for the day, he was not only relieved to be at the last name, but somewhat excited. The name was one which he recognized...which he had heard in the halls, heard from teachers and associated with a cute young lady he had his eye on for some time.
As Mr. Duncan got up from his desk and opened his office door, his suspicions were confirmed and the girl he associated with the name on his list was indeed outside his office. He took a breath, knowing full well where he intended to take this appointment but trying to remain as serious and professional as possible. As he set eyes upon the young girl in one of the chairs outside his office, he purposely acted dumbfounded, showing little enthusiasm...
"Umm you must be..."
He stepped slightly to the side, inviting the young lady into his office, mustering up his confidence and his courage to go through with what he had in mind. At 38 years old, he was no slouch...he stood and 6ft, about 210lbs, short light brown and slightly wavy hair, pale blue eyes...in good shape for his age but not overly muscular...moreso lean with a runner's body...he was dressed somewhat casually today in khaki pants, brown Skecher shoes and a black polo with Willow Glen High logo on it, and though he felt confident, this was also not an arrangement he had ever attempted to enter into before.