Golden Girl
Golden Girl Gordon Lee
McCallum’s perspective The drive to the school was quite smooth; the weather was nice, and there were no traffic. As I approached the school, I began to recognize a few of my colleagues’ cars. After having parked my car, as I got out, I noticed Miss Grainger, from the corner of my eye, waving at me. I waived back, and quickly joined her. She greeted me enthusiastically, and led me to the dance. Just as I expected it, the dance floor was hot and crowded. As I walked through the crowd, I had a feeling that many pairs of eyes were starring in my direction, which made me feel uncomfortable. Later on, I gained more confidence as I got more into the dancing. I still found it quite awkward being surrounded by a group of young girls. I tried not to pay attention to them, and have a great time. Everything went fine; I was actually enjoying myself…until the slow dance. “…Let’s slow down the tempo a bit.” With that being announced by the DJ, Liam, the lights dimmed out. Anna suddenly threw herself at me, wrapped her arms around my neck. I tried to be polite and went with the flow. Things were getting worst when she got too close to me, to the point where she was rubbing her body against mines. I started feeling really uncomfortable, and decided that I’ve had enough of this. I swiftly pulled away from her, and headed towards Miss Grainger. We then had a little discussion: “Does Anna always get this wild when it comes to dances?”
“Just who does she thinks she is, launching herself at me like that?!”
“I always knew that my good looks (so said by many) can cause problems, but I’ve never expected it to go as far as attracting my own young students to whom I had no interest in.”
“Imagine how my girlfriend will react if she hears about this.” Many thoughts were going through my mind. I was overwhelmed with disappointment, anxiety, and fatigue. At this point in
McCallum’s perspective The drive to the school was quite smooth; the weather was nice, and there were no traffic. As I approached the school, I began to recognize a few of my colleagues’ cars. After having parked my car, as I got out, I noticed Miss Grainger, from the corner of my eye, waving at me. I waived back, and quickly joined her. She greeted me enthusiastically, and led me to the dance. Just as I expected it, the dance floor was hot and crowded. As I walked through the crowd, I had a feeling that many pairs of eyes were starring in my direction, which made me feel uncomfortable. Later on, I gained more confidence as I got more into the dancing. I still found it quite awkward being surrounded by a group of young girls. I tried not to pay attention to them, and have a great time. Everything went fine; I was actually enjoying myself…until the slow dance. “…Let’s slow down the tempo a bit.” With that being announced by the DJ, Liam, the lights dimmed out. Anna suddenly threw herself at me, wrapped her arms around my neck. I tried to be polite and went with the flow. Things were getting worst when she got too close to me, to the point where she was rubbing her body against mines. I started feeling really uncomfortable, and decided that I’ve had enough of this. I swiftly pulled away from her, and headed towards Miss Grainger. We then had a little discussion: “Does Anna always get this wild when it comes to dances?”
“Just who does she thinks she is, launching herself at me like that?!”
“I always knew that my good looks (so said by many) can cause problems, but I’ve never expected it to go as far as attracting my own young students to whom I had no interest in.”
“Imagine how my girlfriend will react if she hears about this.” Many thoughts were going through my mind. I was overwhelmed with disappointment, anxiety, and fatigue. At this point in