I went round to the driver side and picked up Maggie’s hand and squeezed it reassuringly, she did not pull it away. ‘Will you do something for me?...�� she asked. I nodded affirmation. ‘The girls are going into town to meet some friends this evening for a last drink before they leave on Friday. I don’t want them drinking and driving, I was intending to play chauffeur ….. will you drop them off in town for me and then pick them up later?’ She held out the spare keys to the VW Polo. ‘No problem,. Watching him make his way to the desk behind her, still with the biggest smile on his face, she took a deep breath and turned around to introduce herself before Mr.Wood started teaching. Before she could say her name he said, "It's October right?" She couldn't find the word fast enough so she started to shake her head yes as her face turned even more red, if that was even possible. He smiled at her some more and said, "Well, I'm Andy. It's very nice seeing you again, October". She smiled at him. It must be nice for the students though.I drive into my usually parking spot and collect together my stuff. As I walk to my class room I find myself watching the students. When they arrive in the morning, they go and get together with their friends and they sit and talk about the weekend or last night's party or who John Smith is screwing around with. Me, I don't get anything like that. A few people pass me on the way in and say "Good morning Mr Light". Occasionally another teacher might say. I could handle the basics fine. But once they started throwing art work instead of numbers at me, my brain fried. Beth was a rotten tutor.I usually got most of my homework done during study hall so I didn't have to worry after practice. Last year, I got the monitor to help with the math crap but this year, I was in one of the unmonitored groups. Which meant they trusted me not ta act uh fool, great, but sucked for my math grade."Why the fuck do we even study this shit!" I groaned one afternoon.