TIMEFRAME: Saturday, September 14.
LOCATION: Some little outdoor cafe.
TAGGING: Miles Sterling & Wallace Chang. ( @denisehq )
WARNINGS: None.
“Well, it’s happening.” Miles leaned over, almost absentmindedly, to pet Scout where she lay calmly next to him on the patio. He scratched behind her ears but kept his attention on his friend as he spoke. “I’m officially turning into a grumpy old man. I introduced the Julius Caesar unit yesterday, and I had to give myself a pep talk when I got home to get me through it the next few weeks.” He sat up straight again so both hands could wrap around the mug sitting in front of him, and he shook his head. “I know I signed up for the repetitiveness of the same curriculum every year, but man, am I sick of Shakespeare.” An English teacher’s plague. “And these little sophomores do nothing to help restore my feeling of youth.” Not that he imagined they would, but maybe he had hoped for a surprise. Miles sighed and shifted in his seat, ready to divert the conversation to Wallace instead. “Anyway. Don’t let my going senile dampen the mood. How’s it going in Walley World? No Shakespeare, at all, ever, I hope.”
