Quit your job
From Create Your Own Story
"No, Charley, I'm quitting at the end of term. New life, new Anita!"
You bash out a quick email of resignation to your boss and hit send. Wow, that felt liberating!
You put your long blonde hair up into a ponytail, touch up your makeup, and undo one extra button on your white blouse (who cares now, right?). Time for afternoon class.
With a new found confidence you strut through the halls. Your high heels clack on the wooden floor, the echo announcing your presence long before you arrive.
On the way you see Jon from accounts and notice that he can't help looking at your cleavage. Maybe he could be the one.
You look at your reflection in the lecture room door, straighten your knee-length pencil skirt, put on your glasses and smile. Not bad for an oldie!
Your final year students have already finished their exams and are only really there to keep up their attendance figures.
You walk in and say:
