Greetings and salutations! Hope you’re feeling just dandy on this fine Sunday morning! I’ve got another snippet from Learning to Love to share with you, so let’s hop to it! 🙂
I’m skipping ahead a little bit but still continuing the same scene. Pete’s just left the office.
The door clicked shut behind him. He liked Pete. Though a bit rough around the edges, he said what he meant and meant what he said. A genuine guy, a good guy. A guy’s guy. During lunch, Pete had shown him the second floor classroom where he taught ninth grade science each morning. Will would be observing him in that class next week and then co-teaching with him the following week. Of course, he couldn’t recall worth a damn the room number or which stairwell to take to get there fastest. So, kicking off the desk, he headed out the door to map his route.
Fifteen minutes after the final bell, and the place was already a ghost town.
Here’s the blurb:
Rebecca Ledgerwood is a physical education teacher who’s ready to invest some sweat equity into a lasting romance. On a whim, she has her palm read before summer vacation ends, and she’s told she’s an old soul who’ll find happiness with a younger man.
William Whitney leaves an unfulfilling career to pursue teaching and gets placed at Rebecca’s school for his physical education practicum. He’s desperate to make a difference, convinced that the choices he made in the past contributed to his younger sister’s death. Kendal High School is nothing like the prep school he attended as a teenager, but he’s determined to make the most of his time there, especially if it makes Rebecca notice him.
Though they come from vastly different backgrounds, there’s an undeniable chemistry that sparks between the two. They resist, as they must, until his practicum ends, but when he’s offered a teaching position at his former prep school, will he take the easy way out, or fight for what’s right in front of him?
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Report card season is upon us yet again. I’ll be working on those this week, whilst playing catch-up on my NaNo word count. My critique partner is crackin’ the whip so I’ll keep this short and sweet. Wishing you all a fantastic week ahead! 😀
Award-winning romance author & PE teacher who plays sports, sings, juggles, dances, has a sneaker obsession, & lives on PB! 
Girl Friend, I’ve missed you big time. Your new story is delightful -just like you. I sense a wonderful life for you filled with excitement and joy.
I always love reading your adventures on Facebook and on your blog! If my life turns out half as wonderful as yours has, I’ll certainly have something to write about! 🙂 xoxo
Me, after every instructional meeting. Can’t remember anything unless I’ve written it down. Such wonderful prose, Julie!
LOL amen to that, sister! Thanks so much for your kind words, Nancy! 🙂
Funny how fast a school empties out! Enjoyed the snippet, this all feels very real…
And the teachers sometimes beat the students out the door lol. Glad it’s easy to picture! Thanks, Veronica! 🙂
I should’ve taught high school teacher, not elementary school! I remember staying at school for an hour or two everyday after class, preparing for the next day.
I do a lot of my prep work at home, and also during my prep period at school. I’m usually gone within 30 minutes of the final bell. Gotta beat traffic! 😀
Hmmm…I can’t believe everyone is gone. Everyone? Isn’t just one PhysEd teacher left somewhere? lol Where is Rebecca? 🙂
Great writing, Jules. As far as Nano? You can do this!!
Hee! Well, maybe not EVERYONE. 😉
Thank you, my sweet friend! I appreciate the motivation! *hugs*
High school was a maze, but not as bad as middle school. I never got so lost. lol I can identify with Will.
Lol I remember getting lost a few times in my high school, and I often do at all the new high schools I enter as a teacher, too. You never lose that sense of fear walking into a high school for the first time, either, not even as an adult. 😀
Get outta there, Will – unless Rebecca is still haunting the hallways, too. Good luck on the word count and getting the report cards done! Tell your whip-cracking partner to give you a break!
Speaking as a student rather than a teacher, I kind of liked being at school when it became a ghost town. I can’t say I had many happy memories of my school days. I was not one of the popular kids by any means.
I love the last line. It sure doesn’t take them long to clear out!
Sounds like a nice a quiet time to make some preparations.