Marsella's Story 1
Marsella puts her library book on the table beside the recliner. Her evenings are quiet now that she’s retired. A postcard falls out of the book onto her lap.
It’s an invitation to volunteer for a program at the library to help high schoolers prepare for the SAT.
She smiles, remembering the energy and vitality of her former students. She feels like her high school teaching career kept her young and sharp. Now, she misses the comradery of her fellow-teachers. She could use something invigorating.
She looks at the postcard again and shakes her head. “I haven’t taught high schoolers in years.”
She tosses it in the waste basket. “Besides, they probably have enough people for that.” She sighs and turns on the television.
Marsella's Story 2
Marsella puts her library book on the table beside the recliner.
Her evenings are quiet now that she’s retired. A postcard falls out of the book onto her lap. It’s an invitation to volunteer for a program at the library to help high schoolers prepare for the SAT.
She smiles, remembering the energy and vitality of her former students. She feels like her high school teaching career kept her young and sharp. Now, she misses the comradery of her fellow-teachers. She could use something invigorating. She looks at the postcard again and shakes her head. “I haven’t taught high schoolers in years.”
She tosses it in the waste basket. “Besides, they probably have enough people for that.” She sighs and turns on the television.