Sisters learn on me
After college, there was little for me to do but get a job. I had majored in English, so becoming a teacher was my best option. I latched on with a private Catholic school in upstate New York, a ritzy place that costs untold amounts of money to send your kids there, though the teachers’ compensation leaves much to be desired. I am 31 years old and have been teaching there for 8 years. The weather is beautiful and while I may not be rich, I have settled into the lifestyle comfortably. It was autumn and the leaves were vibrant shades of fall when I first delved into debauchery at St. Mark’s Academy. The first term was just ending and I had assigned a paper on The Great Gatsby, a common assignment among upper level …