Birthday
I was sitting at my desk going over some students’ essays. For the most part, they were very boring and I found myself awarding dismal scores to students who felt they deserved better. There was a knock on the door. ‘Denise, how many times have I told you not to knock?’ I asked without looking up. ‘Come in.’ The door opened and my colleague Cheryl walked in. She was dressed to kill and I found myself swallowing unconsciously. ‘Hi,’ she said. ‘Hello Cheryl,’ I adjusted my glasses to...