In school I always did my best and enjoyed high school for the most part. One of my favourite teachers was Mr. Redman. He was my science teacher three...times. He was my home room teacher the very first day. Like any Grade 9 student my first day was hell pretty much. I didn't know anybody and everyone seemed to be in such a rush. The place seemed huge to me and kind of cold. I was excited to be there but was also nervous with all the typical self doubts. As the school collectively began the walk. "For me, it's the occasional sangria over at the Mexican place." I've been known to have a beer or two while I'm working," Bob said. "In fact, I think three of my four last novels were composed with the aid of the folks over at Anheuser-Busch. I should really start acknowledging them." Ever notice how many of our family conversations revolve around the use of alcohol?" Will mused."That's because we start drinking the minute we're all in the same room," Kate said. "It's a family tradition. Just. The decorated classrooms with fake cobwebs, black cardboard cutouts of bats and witches and muslin ghosts hanging from fishing line. It was truly a wonderful time. Now that I am a teacher myself, I like to have the same sort of fun atmosphere for my own students. I teach grade nine and ten English, so the students are not as enchanted with decorations and costumes as the younger elementary school students are, but some still enjoy it and many still seem to get dressed up. Halloween was on a. Skanky, too ... lots of makeup to smear.“Fourth, every woman in this group must wear a thigh harness and strap-on dildo under her clothes as soon as possible. Trust me, I have reasons for this. I want every woman here dressed to kill ... and to fuck. The thigh harnesses must all have openings in the back, however, for sound reasons as well ... and they must have feel-do functions. Might have to buy some at the shop for the future.“Fifth, we take the camcorder with us, just in case it’s needed..