Gender Prison: School Daze

It really is about the next generations, you know.

Or should be. For someone like me, at age 64, my life either has been ruined already…or it has not. Being treated as an equal would be nice for a change, but I've managed to get by without that so far. I can probably continue to do so until I die…though I admit to worrying about what might happen to me if I have to end up in a nursing home.

That's why, I guess, I've been more than a little uptight about our recent sale of Debbie's mother's condo in Los Angeles. We're planning to use the proceeds from that sale to purchase a place in which Debbie and I can live in the retirement I'm planning to start in about a year and a half.

But like I said, it's not about me. I can manage, thank you.

Most of you know that I'm a college professor. I've been a teacher for 36 years and I plan to retire at the end of next academic year. I tell my students that I started going to school in kindergarten and have been going ever since (except for a few brief interludes). At some point they decided to call me a teacher and start paying me, but I'm just basically going to school every day like them.

Tonight I have a trio of stories with school settings.


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