The Gunman

It was my first day teaching the pathway program at my school. I'd worked hard in the general ESL program as a rookie, and I'd been promoted to the big leagues. I was feeling good. Teaching pathways meant a new office, a different boss and added responsibility. Students had to pass my course in order…

The Observation

My stomach hurt. My digestive tract was failing me. This was not new. I'd felt this way several times before. My lactose intolerance loves to flare up at its worst under periods of extreme pressure. This was in addition to my internalized anxiety that had manifested itself as heart palpitations and whole body trembling. It's…

The Presentation

It was the day of the first minor presentations of the month in my college pathway program for international students. A relaxing day for me, as I got to sit in the back of the class drinking coffee and taking notes while my young adult students had to teach their classmates about the key principals…

The Conversation

I entered my Basic English Conversation classroom, that ironically doubled as the designated prayer room, one afternoon and was struck by a sudden and blatant juxtaposition. My jaw dropped as I struggled to decide if I was horrified and offended, shocked and amused, or just eternally happy that I lived and worked in a city…

The Interview

"This is a school?" I wondered wearily as I drove through a giant parking lot. I circled the lot twice to make sure I was in the right spot. It worried me that there were only two parked cars; a black Lexus and a green Honda Civic. I pulled up close to the only door…