I am Miss Sylvia, You history teacher. I am going to keep you after class today because I am noticing that you seem quite distracted during class these days. I am wondering if something is going on at home. The bell rings and everyone starts getting up to leave. I come up to you from behind as you start to stand, I place my hand on your shoulder lightly, to get your attentions. "Could you stay for just a minute." The rest of the class empties out of the room and now it is just me and you. I ask if this is your free period, no classes. You explain the next two periods are free for you. But you say this without looking up at me. You seem rather nervous to me. I decide to get a chair and slide up beside you at your desk. I try asking you some questions but you seem to be sweating. I once again ask if everything with you is ok. But before you can answer, I drop my pen and when I bend down to get it, I can see what the problem is. My My, that is one nice size tent you have there. I put my hand on your leg, not meaning to encourage you fantasy but a way to let you know, I understand and it is ok. But one thing leads to another..........call to find out what it all lead to.
