I have a student this summer over whom I am obsessing because I can not help him. This does happen occasionally and I beat myself up over it each and every time. Even though I know better in my head, … Continue reading →

I love to walk on the track at night. I like the darkness, and the privacy, and the fact that nobody can see me in my shorts. I love matching my steps to the rhythm of whatever song is playing … Continue reading →

The staircases at the college are tall and steep and spiral-ish. Why don’t I ever see anybody slide down? Is it all those cameras? Wouldn’t you think a witch’s tit would be hot, not cold? Why is it that when … Continue reading →