~UNFINISHED DRAFT NO. 14~“Class, I’d like to introduce you to Miss Kraft,” began D
~UNFINISHED DRAFT NO. 14~“Class, I’d like to introduce you to Miss Kraft,” began Don. “She’ll be taking over for me this semester In order to fulfill her student teaching requirements.”The students responded with a lazy hello as Courtney stood in front of the podium. Her emotions were a mix of nervousness and excitement. Teaching was all she had wanted to do since she was a little girl, and now, finally, she was getting her chance to influence young minds. She beamed at them.“Hello everyone! As Mr. Harrison explained, I’m just here for the semester, but I’m thrilled to be working with you!” Courtney noticed a few students roll their eyes but continued on, “If you work hard, apply yourselves, and ask questions, I’m sure we’re going to get along great!” She flashed another brilliant smile. “Now, if you’ll open your textbooks to page 12…”The last of the students filed out of the room as Courtney closed they day’s notes. Not a bad first day at all, she thought to herself.“Well done!” exclaimed Don, patting her on the shoulder. “You’re going to make a fine teacher Miss Kraft.”“Thanks, Don!” Courtney was lucky to have him as her mentor; he was the most respected educator in the facility and no doubt possessed a wealth of experience and wisdom that he could pass along to her. Still, there was something about him that made her slightly…uneasy. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, or maybe it was that his hand was lingering on her shoulder slightly too long, and slowly drifting towards her back. She stepped toward her bag to deposit her papers.“If I can offer just one word of advice though,” began Don, “I noticed you were making an effort to be firm with the class and assert your authority.” Courtney nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with that of course, but I think you’ll find that the students will respond to you even better if you’re a bit more open and friendly.” Don smiled, “Just something to think about.”Courtney tossed and turned in her bed that night, unable to sleep. She knew that Don was only trying to help, but she couldn’t get his words out of her head. Open and Friendly. What did that even mean? Hadn’t she been perfectly cordial during class? Cursing the perfectionist inside her, she resigned herself to try to incorporate Don’s advice tomorrow, but how would she do…“Miss Kraft, honest, I swear I put it in my bad this morning. I must have forgot!”Courtney stared at Michael sternly; she knew that he was probably lying, that he’d blown off completing his homework assignment. It meant he’d be receiving a zero for it.Or did it?Her mind flashed back to Don’s advice, be friendlier. It was only one homework assignment after all…“Listen,” she leaned in and whispered, “everyone forgets homework sometimes. Heck, even I did when I was in school. It’s just one assignment; bring it in tomorrow and you’ll get credit.” Courtney winked at him, “Just remember I’m the only teacher here cool enough to let you get off so easy.”“Thanks Miss K!” Michael grinned and returned to his seat. The rest of the class passed by uneventfully. Courtney focused on being open, but found that the class didn’t seem to want to interact much with her. Still, she felt like she’d scored positive points with Michael, it was a start.After class, she joined Don in the teacher’s lounge. He sipped his coffee while working on the daily crossword with Courtney looking at him hopefully. “Well?” she asked meekly, hoping to be rewarded with a nugget of wisdom.Don glanced up from the paper, “Oh, Miss Kraft, I didn’t even notice you were here.”“What? You didn’t even-”He cut her off with a wave of his hand and rose from his chair. Gesturing for Courtney to get up also, he placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her to a full length mirror.“I could tell you were attempting to apply my advice during class today Courtney, as young Michael found out. However, there wasn’t much interaction with students today, was there?” She shook her head. “If you want to know why, just look in the mirror.”Courtney studied her reflection, “But I don’t..what does the mirror have…”Don cut her off, “Look at you, an attractive, twenty-something year old woman who’s dressed like my 70 year old stepsister. Ankle length skirt, a blah grey blouse buttoned up to the top and covered up with a wool blazer. Horn rimmed glasses and hair up in a tight bun. My goodness Courtney you look more like an elderly nanny than a student teacher. Does the woman in front of you look at all approachable?”“But..but..” Courtney stammered, “but my appearance-”“Is important,” finished Don, “but that doesn’t mean that you need to dress like a grandmother. It means you need to dress in a way that best enhances your ability to teach. Students don’t want to be taught by that,” he pointed at the mirror, “they want a peer, an equal, someone they can relate to. Understand?”Courtney nodded.“Good, and remember, you’re here to help these students, to serve them the knowledge they need to succeed in life. Never be afraid to take the extra step to enhance your abilities.”***************RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!Courtney fidgeted as her class began filing into the room, unsure of her outfit. She’d selected a pair of black slacks that, while not skin tight, it certainly hugged her curves in all of the right places. Tucked into her slacks was a red silk blouse. Again, it wasn’t plastered on her skin, but was form fitting enough; she’d also left the top two buttons undone. Completing her ensemble, she had ditched her glasses for contact lenses and done away with her hair bun, opting instead to let her long locks fall across her shoulders.Once the class was seated, Courtney noticed a few of the guys exchange excited glances. Don’s advice seemed to have been golden yet again. She opened up her notes and began the day’s lesson….“Wow, that really worked out! I can’t believe a little change in appearance would make that much difference.” Courtney was feeling a little giddy. For the first time, it felt like she’d really connected with her students. They’d asked tons of questions that day, and while they weren’t all necessarily about the lesson (a few girls wanted to know where she’d bought her blouse from), at least they were engaged. She’d also managed to keep a pleasant demeanor; even when she caught of the guys staring at her chest as she was leaning down to help another student. Her first reaction was to reprimand him, but, keeping in line with Don’s instruction, she’d said nothing, opting instead to be embarrassingly flattered. She was still chattering when Don stopped and turned to face her. Courtney was dismayed to see a stern look on his face. “You didn’t get through the lesson today. That’s a failure. You should be improving faster than this Cort, what’s wrong with you?”Courtney’s jaw dropped. Sure, they hadn’t gotten through everything. Ok, they hadn’t gotten through even half, but still, hadn’t today been a success?Before she could protest, Don spoke, “I want you to start focusing on making the material…easier to understand. Use plainer vocabulary that the class can relate to. Don’t get hung up on complex segments. Do you think you can handle that?”Courtney nodded slightly, dumbstruck as Don moved to exit the building. She was still staring as he reached the door and turned around, eyeing her up and down.“Great legs by the way, I’m surprised you don’t show them off more often.” And with that, he was gone.The next few weeks fanned the fires of inner conflict for Courtney. On one hand, the students were really warming up to her; they treated her more like a casual friend than a stern authority. She redoubled her efforts to be relatable, hardly ever disciplining anyone and choosing cuter outfits so that she could fit in with the group.Her teachings however, were a disaster. She tried to take Don’s advice, to simplify the material, but it just wasn’t working. When she asked Don for more help, he just reiterated what he had said before, be more relatable and dumb down the lessons. Day after day Courtney toiled, and although she was having so much fun connecting with the class, she was now hardly getting through a few sentences of a day’s lesson. When she pored through her notes, she became confused, had she actually learned all this complicated stuff? It was all about the students though, and she was pleased as she sat among the girls; they were fawning over a cute new miniskirt they had convinced her to buy and wear. Courtney told them how one of the guys had jokingly (so she thought) asked her out to the athletic formal. She’d blushingly refused, but couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. She’d forgotten what it was like to be hit on by hot college guys. Giggling, she was proud of how she’d become a friend to them, an equal.When the time came for Courtney’s performance review, she knew that she was in trouble. They’d barely gotten through chapter three of the textbook, and Mr. Harrison would certainly not be pleased by that. Thinking hard, Courtney decided that if she wasn’t going to have good marks for her teaching, she could show how well she’d listened to and obeyed Mr. Harrison’s advice about being open and approachable. She had the perfect plan!“Well well well,” scoffed Mr. Harrison as Courtney stepped through the door to his office. “You certainly look very approachable tonight Corty.She giggled in response, “Thank you Mr. Harrison.” It seemed her plan had worked, she had arrived to the meeting adorned in 4 inch heels, knee high socks, a plaid mini skirt, and a tiny blouse that was tied together around her stomach. Her hair was styled in pigtails for added effect.“Come here and kneel,” Mr. Harrison commanded, pointing to the ground directly in front of him.Corty hustled over and knelt, she was desperate to be good for Mr. Harrison, to show that she wasn’t all bad.“Good girl,” he began, “Now, I think it’s safe to say that your teaching days are over, don’t you agree?”Corty nodded, not wanting to displease Mr. Harrison.“However, it seems you’re very eager to please and serve to the best of your abilities, correct?”“Yes sir Mr. Harrison sir!” The words tumbled out of Corty’s mouth, not wanting to keep Mr. Harrison waiting.“Well then he’s the situation Corty. I’m going to be teaching the class from now on, but you’re still eager to help,” she nodded. “Well then, I think the best way to help the class is to serve me, right? To make sure I’m in top form.”“Absolutely Mr. Harrison! Anything at all!”Don grinned wickedly, “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he replied, reaching for the button of his slacks. “Now, why don’t you come in a little closer….************************I’m SO bummed I never finished this one.Ya know, I just reread this whole thing and my first thought was why didn’t you post this ya dunce? Well, I mean, I know why. I had a lot more to write with this story, but as you can see, it was already getting bonkers long. If you read really closely, you can tell I tried to condense (poorly tried) a lot of the transformation here. Even still, I had a LOT more I wanted to add to this but I just got so turned off by how long it was running. Another example of something I should have posted in multiple parts. Darn.**************************Why are you seeing this strange post that makes no sense? I kinda explained why in this post regarding the impending Tumblepocaplyse. More to come in the future.Also, I made a bdsmlr page. 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