a sexually explicit poem to a professor
he？d never even met； but it would be cool if Professor Papadametriou actually used the poem in
his book。
Ms。 Solomon sat down at her desk and rested her pointy； unpleasant chin in her hands； looking
pletely defeated because she？d worn her sexiest dress just for Dan and he？d barely looked at
her for the last forty minutes。
？I？d like you to open your notebooks and take the last ten minutes of class to write whatever you
feel like writing；？ she instructed with unusual generosity。 Normally she droned on about
Wordsworth or some other dead poet until five minutes after the bell had rung； driving the boys
apeshit。 Dan took the opportunity to get started on a new graduation speech。
Ladies and gentlemen； we are gathered here today to celebrate the end of the first chapter in our
lives and the beginning of the second。 We already know what es next。 Four years of college；
and then another graduation。 But whoop…dee…doo！ Now is the time to be inlove。 ？
Whoop…dee…doo？ Triple； super…duper uh…oh。
who？s that boy？
Senior homeroom was last period on Tuesday in the Constance Billard senior lounge； a
windowless room above the library that had been a storage area until it was given to the seniors as
a place to relax and escape from all the underclassmen。 No teacher was present； which meant that
none of the girls were paying any attention to Mimi Halperin； the perky but lame president of the
senior class； as she made announcements about senior privileges during exam week。
？No uniforms all week； girls。 And we only have to e to school for our exams。 Awesome；
huh？？ Mimi clapped her chubby hands together and pus