A Teacher

Yours was a life regimented by the sound of bells. Your alarm bell woke you early in the morning so you could arrive at work before dawn. A bell signaled when it was time for you to start teaching. A bell signaled when it was time for lunch. A bell announced when the children could leave. There was even an alarm bell that you'd sent on your phone, there to inform you when you could go home.

That was the life of a teacher. You accepted a degree of regimentation in your life as the price for the chance to teach the generation of tomorrow. Although, sometimes you didn't feel like you were part of a different generation at all. This was your first full-time position, after graduating from college. Meanwhile, your home room class was entirely composed of seniors. You were hardly five years older then them, but society expected you to manage and control them.

Society also expected you to maintain decorum and dignity. It was something that you attempted, to the best of your ability. From your horn-rimmed glasses to the long, conversative outfits, everything about you said "Mrs.". It wasn't too hard to maintain that proper facade, especially around your students. At least, so long as you could keep your deep-seated, depraved sexual desires in check...

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