Guns In the Classroom

Hear hear.

Endless Bitchen Summer

After dedicating 18+ years of my life to teaching high school before retiring this year, I can say with authority that arming teachers with weapons is a very bad and dangerous idea. While some of my former colleagues may disagree, I assert that only more tragedy will occur on an armed-and-ready-to-shoot campus.

Most people who propose arming teachers have not set foot on a high school campus since they graduated. So let me enlighten you. Schools are over crowded. My last teaching assignment was at an at-risk school – the largest Title I school in Nevada. I had 230 students. Most classes exceeded 40 students. Desks were jammed so close together that in an effort to assist students, I had to squeeze between desks. In that type of proximity, a motivated student could have disarmed me in seconds.

While most of my students were great kids, I had legitimate gang…

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The chit chat

previous chapters are Paul pulls out a chair for her, and smiles diffidently.  Then does something that neither he or Karla is expecting.  Impulsively, he picks up her hand and puts his own over it. "I'm Paul". "I thought you must be.", she says, looking at his hat. (Here is a real … Continue reading The chit chat

The Reveal

Previous chapters are at and   "No, don't come to my building.  The lot is full and they're parking on the street.  I'll meet you at the diner.  It's right at the corner of Main and 5th.  Oh will I know you?" "I'll be the only one wearing a hat that says HI … Continue reading The Reveal

The LSD cats

I wonder if you have ever seen those freaky pictures of cats, painted by an artist who was given LSD over a period of time. He was a talented painter, and the paintings started out to be beautiful pictures of a cat. As time went along, they grew a little more bizarre. They were still … Continue reading The LSD cats

The things we do for love

previous stories are and Thursday morning found Karla at the local butcher.  Well, actually, dentist.  She and her friends had called him The Butcher because of his reputation for bad jobs or not enough anaesthetic.  But, he had filled the need for someone affordable in this sad neighborhood.  "Can you make this look more … Continue reading The things we do for love