So one day I started to unlock my room when I
saw someone had carved "F--k Miss Duncan" on the door jam.
I was delighted. At last I was a real teacher. Someone was
actually carving my name into wood, and refering to my
sex life. I couldn't wait to share this benchmark with my
Then I was young. Now coming to the end of my career in 7 years, (PLEASE,
PLEASE, PLEASE) when someone dares to do that, I must refrain from thanking
him. I mean he STILL thinks I HAVE one!!! WOW. Most students think I am
too old to participate.
Its kind of flattering.