a little update | the last two years 📚
After a good few years of being Barton Point's best pizza delivery person (voted for by Toppings customers– fuck you, Alan Weaver, for even thinking you could win), Debbie decided it was time to move on to bigger things. While it was fun that she was getting paid to ride her bike around town, greeting people who were always happy to see her, it didn't exactly pay the bills. And it's not like any of her hobbies were bringing in the big bucks either. As hard as it was to admit that Debbie needed a "big girl job", maybe it was time.
The first thing she did now that she had free time in the afternoons was start playing baseball again. There was a women's baseball team in Barton Point that met every Tuesday night, and Debbie would always walk, drive, or ride past them, watching longingly because she missed playing so much. The last time she'd played was a month after her dad passed away; the memory of him cheering her on - even during practice - was too hard to bear, so she had to quit. When Debbie joined the team and brought both her love and intensity along, she got everyone to make a commitment to be consistent with practice. Then, when they improved (aka, started hitting more than they missed), she begged the coach to start signing them up for tournaments. Even though they lost most games, they were having the time of their lives. Well, Debbie was, at least.
Debbie's intensity and passion caught the attention of the Barton Point High basketball coach. He had been doubling as the baseball coach since the team's coach quit in the middle of the season because they were - his words - "a fucking mess". He asked Debbie to interview for the job, and she got it. The team is still "a fucking mess," but Debbie would never say that in front of the kids.
Being at Barton Point High, where Debbie's dad used to work, was more emotional than she'd expected. She would walk by his classroom all the time and peek in as if expecting to see him at his desk, grading papers. Many of the staff were the same, so they would stop Debbie in the hallways to talk about how nice he was, how much they admired and missed him. It was hard for Debbie, but it was nice to feel him so close.
When a position opened for a history teacher at Barton Point High, Debbie was the first one to apply. A history major who had never put her degree to any use, except spouting random history facts every once in a while, she thought it was the perfect "big girl job" for her. That, and she got to work in her dad's old classroom, which made everything so much better. Emotional, for sure, but better.
Debbie now spends most days yelling at teenagers, but she loves her job. She gets to wear cute little pantsuits, and she's the cool teacher all the students come to gossip with. It's great.
Debbie is definitely still ghost hunting, but has yet to see a ghost.
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