A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Adapting (Part 45b)
The rest of the week went by fairly quickly. Rose was well versed in the theater, having attended many plays in the city. She was a great help to me especially in interpreting the written dialog. Because of that, between her and the instructor I actually looked forward to going to class. Boring, boring, boring was the only way to describe the Eco course. As soon as classes were over on Friday I was on my way home. Elle wasn’t working and I went straight to her house. She was really glad to see me and, fortunately, her mother was working. Without exaggeration, I could’ve taken her right there in the kitchen. It was one of Elle’s more demonstrative reactions. We both wanted to head right upstairs but I didn’t have a rubber and I knew that if I didn’t go home and say “Hi” to my mother she’d soon be on the phone. We broke away from each other and I told her I’d be back as soon as I could.
It was about 20 or so minutes before I got back. I didn’t knock but walked right into the kitchen. Elle was sitting on a small stool almost in the middle of the floor. All she had on was her bra and a pair of panties. That certainly got my attention! When she stood up we went into a lip lock on the top and a handful of crotch on the bottom. Passion like this from Elle was rare and I sure wanted to take advantage of it. I quickly found her “button” and she could only take it for a few seconds before she pulled away. When she came back she went right for my belt and pants. As soon as they were on the floor she pushed me down onto the stool and followed me down, straddling me. WHEW! So much in such a short time! I still didn’t have a rubber but it didn’t stop her when she pulled her panties aside and put my penis inside of them. OH MY HEART! I probably lasted only 10 to 15 seconds. She felt me come and just wiggled around on my lap for a while. When we finally got up we stood and hugged each other for quite a while. It certainly was good to be home!
Saturday night we took a ride around town and ended up at the sailing club. It was just about dusk and all the lights in the building were on. I decided to see what was going on and when we walked in there was a party with a lot of my old sailing friends in attendance. Even though I’d known for a month that I’d be home for six weeks I never once thought about sailing. Seeing all the people and them seeing me generated some discussion about the possibility of me racing again. At first I pretty much dismissed the idea. It had been almost two years since I’d last competed and I wasn’t sure I could find all the parts and pieces to the boat. When we left it was Elle who encouraged me to go home to see if I could. Instead of going off and “parking” we ended up in my father’s garage, moving all kinds of junk to get at the boat and the necessary equipment to race it. It turned out to be fun. My father, seeing the lights were on, even helped. By the time we got it all together it was past midnight. When I took Elle home I didn’t even get a “good” good night kiss. She was just too tired. But I was exhilarated! Working around the boat got my enthusiasm up.
The main problem I had on Sunday was that I didn’t have a crew. I took the boat to the club, set it up and visited with some of my closest racing friends. I was surprised that my best sailing friend, Buddy, wasn’t there. I’d hoped that his girlfriend, Carol, would be there with him as she usually sailed in clothes rather than a bathing suit. Wet clothes gave off some very vivid VPL’s. As the others started to sail out to the starting line I still hadn’t found a crew. I was about to give up when I recognized a guy who I had competed against a couple of years prior, walking towards the clubhouse. He was dressed fairly nicely and certainly didn’t look like he would be interested in sailing. I was the first one he came to and he asked if one of the other competitors was around. I pointed to a boat sailing away from the shore. He stood there for a minute and then, totally surprising me, asked if I needed a crew. He looked like he’d just come from church but had removed his tie. I told him I did. He told me he’d be right back and started running for the parking lot. When he came back he was still dressed the same but was shoeless and beltless. He quickly helped me launch the boat and jumped in.
His name was Rick and when he was in college had been a very good, competitive sailor. Once he graduated he’d sold his boat and gotten a job in the midwest. His mother was quite ill and he had come back to see her. He said he had come down to see just who of his friends were still sailing. The sight of the boats heading for the starting line was too much to take. He told me it had been over three years since he’d sailed and told me not to expect too much from him. It’d been almost two since I’d last raced so we were both rusty. One other thing was that our combined weights were 330 pounds, about 30 over the optimum racing weight for this class sailboat. I told him it didn’t matter and that it was just good to be back on the water. He agreed.
I truly wasn’t expecting much in the way of results so when we ended up winning the first race we were both ecstatic. A second place finish in the next race wasn’t too bad either. When back ashore we were both congratulated for our efforts. Rick had to get back to his mother’s house to change out of his wet clothes so he could go see her in the hospital and didn’t stay around for long. Some of the other regular racers were curious as to how Rick and I got together. A couple of them told me that Rick was “bad news” and that I really should avoid him. That puzzled me as we seemed to get along very well and we certainly couldn’t have asked for much better results. When Rick left he told me he was flying back West the next day and, depending on his mother’s health, might be back the following weekend. I was hoping that he would.
Right from the time I'd gotten home my mother was all over me about doing my homework. My going racing kept me from doing any of it so when I got back to the house she told me that I wasn’t leaving, even to go over to Elle’s, until it was done. There was nothing I could say or do so invited Elle to at least come over and to sit with me as I worked. It wasn’t much of a “date“ and I remember her needling me by saying I did more studying that night than I’d done the whole Spring semester. I did get to walk her home and got some good kissing in but not much else. When I left her I'd pretty much decided that I’d try commuting on a daily basis. I really missed Elle.
To be continued...
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Adapting (Part 45a)
I worked with the horses as long as I could, right through the Saturday night before I had to register on campus for my Summer courses. I left for home as soon as I woke up on Sunday and made it about mid afternoon. I stopped at the drug store to see Elle before going home. In my mind I had us going out that night but, in keeping with my incredible bad luck, found her not feeling well. In fact, she’d called one of the other girls to come in for her so I waited to take her home. Another thing I’d been going over in my mind on the trip home was what my parents would say to me, face to face, about my grades and Summer school. It didn’t take long to find out. I took Elle home and was talking with her when the phone rang. It was my mother telling me to come right home. That was not a good sign.
The long and short of it was that they were not very happy with me at all. I was told that, for me to go back to school in the Fall, I had to get at least a B in each of my Summer courses. As far as working was concerned I was told I could give it a try but if it interfered with my studying in any way it had to stop. It was surely a wake up call.
That night I stopped back at Elle’s house and found that the reason she wasn’t feeling well was that she had her period... again. She had it when I left and it was back again. It seemed like it was yesterday. Another disappointment.
Disappointment continued on Monday. One of the two Economics courses that I’d pre-registered for didn’t get enough people so it was canceled. That left me scrambling for another course that would be accepted by my college. I was meeting the fraternity brother (Van) who I was to live with after registration. He was also taking two courses and I got the idea to take one of them with him, knowing that the school had approved them. That was until he told me they were both Political Science courses which would do me no good. But he said he’d seen a couple of guys he recognized from school and that maybe they were taking courses that would fit my needs. We managed to track one of them down and one of the courses he was taking was an English course.
Common sense would have dictated that Psychology would now be my “minor” what with all the courses I’d completed. But I felt so betrayed by my advisor I had decided that I’d have two “minors”, Education and English. I could use the English course in that pursuit. The title of the course was Contemporary Drama and I had not a clue as to what it was about.
Back in the late 50’s there was a very popular TV personality by the name of Gary Moore. I had actually met him in person a few years before. It was a shock when I walked into my first class to see that the instructor was a dead ringer for him. It turned out that his personality was also similar, especially with his humor. But he was also a no nonsense type and had a definite plan. There were 18 of us with only three males. The instructor started off with attendance followed by assigned pairings. My “partner” was to be a girl named Rose. The idea behind the pairings, or teams, was that he felt we could get deeper into the subject matter if we were to constantly challenge each other. When we were asked a question in class we were to speak as one. It was certainly a different concept.
I hadn’t paid attention when attendance was taken so didn’t know which of the girls was Rose. They were all pretty much ordinary looking with one being quite short. We were given three booklets with each one being a different play. The first assignment was “Inherit the Wind”. We were let off early so we could find our new teammate and to get acquainted. Rose turned out to be the short one and seemed very nice. She was also very rich as her father was a big wine importer. They lived in the city in the Winter but had a Summer home about halfway from the campus to my house. That was where she was living while she attended Summer school. She appeared to be accepting of me and willing to work.
It was obvious that the Economics class was going to be mind numbingly boring. The instructor really didn’t want to be there and it showed. We were basically on our own. Fortunately, I saw that I would be able to use the text and hoped that it would work out.
Van, my fraternity brother and who I was now living with, had really been reamed out by his parents for getting kicked out of school when he got home. They took his car from him and made him go to work as a laborer, hoping that it would be a wake up call for him. I found out right after I caught up with him that he expected me to be his wheels for the Summer. As far as I could see nothing had changed with him. He was a party animal while at school and it appeared that, at least in that vein, nothing had changed. When I took off for the racetrack to look for work that first night he was very disappointed. He'd wanted to go out and I felt a little bad but I had to do what I had to do.
My disappointment barrage continued when, after arriving at the track, found that Benny, the trainer/driver who AJ had shipped his four horses to, wanted no part of me. Maybe I was expecting too much. Unfortunately, I didn’t respond to his snub very well. Bottom line was he wasn’t going to use me and wouldn’t give me any assistance in meeting people who might. I thought about getting in touch with AJ but decided it was probably better if I didn’t. There was nothing left to do but go back to Van’s house.
Van had found someone to take him out to party so I was basically alone. His father had to leave for work at 6am so went to bed around 9pm. So, while alone I got to thinking about the possibility of commuting from home. That way I’d get to see more of Elle. It made sense in that I wasn't going to be able to work with the horses and was only an hour and a half away. I decided to stick out the week and make a decision once I got home for the weekend.
To be continued...
I worked with the horses as long as I could, right through the Saturday night before I had to register on campus for my Summer courses. I left for home as soon as I woke up on Sunday and made it about mid afternoon. I stopped at the drug store to see Elle before going home. In my mind I had us going out that night but, in keeping with my incredible bad luck, found her not feeling well. In fact, she’d called one of the other girls to come in for her so I waited to take her home. Another thing I’d been going over in my mind on the trip home was what my parents would say to me, face to face, about my grades and Summer school. It didn’t take long to find out. I took Elle home and was talking with her when the phone rang. It was my mother telling me to come right home. That was not a good sign.
The long and short of it was that they were not very happy with me at all. I was told that, for me to go back to school in the Fall, I had to get at least a B in each of my Summer courses. As far as working was concerned I was told I could give it a try but if it interfered with my studying in any way it had to stop. It was surely a wake up call.
That night I stopped back at Elle’s house and found that the reason she wasn’t feeling well was that she had her period... again. She had it when I left and it was back again. It seemed like it was yesterday. Another disappointment.
Disappointment continued on Monday. One of the two Economics courses that I’d pre-registered for didn’t get enough people so it was canceled. That left me scrambling for another course that would be accepted by my college. I was meeting the fraternity brother (Van) who I was to live with after registration. He was also taking two courses and I got the idea to take one of them with him, knowing that the school had approved them. That was until he told me they were both Political Science courses which would do me no good. But he said he’d seen a couple of guys he recognized from school and that maybe they were taking courses that would fit my needs. We managed to track one of them down and one of the courses he was taking was an English course.
Common sense would have dictated that Psychology would now be my “minor” what with all the courses I’d completed. But I felt so betrayed by my advisor I had decided that I’d have two “minors”, Education and English. I could use the English course in that pursuit. The title of the course was Contemporary Drama and I had not a clue as to what it was about.
Back in the late 50’s there was a very popular TV personality by the name of Gary Moore. I had actually met him in person a few years before. It was a shock when I walked into my first class to see that the instructor was a dead ringer for him. It turned out that his personality was also similar, especially with his humor. But he was also a no nonsense type and had a definite plan. There were 18 of us with only three males. The instructor started off with attendance followed by assigned pairings. My “partner” was to be a girl named Rose. The idea behind the pairings, or teams, was that he felt we could get deeper into the subject matter if we were to constantly challenge each other. When we were asked a question in class we were to speak as one. It was certainly a different concept.
I hadn’t paid attention when attendance was taken so didn’t know which of the girls was Rose. They were all pretty much ordinary looking with one being quite short. We were given three booklets with each one being a different play. The first assignment was “Inherit the Wind”. We were let off early so we could find our new teammate and to get acquainted. Rose turned out to be the short one and seemed very nice. She was also very rich as her father was a big wine importer. They lived in the city in the Winter but had a Summer home about halfway from the campus to my house. That was where she was living while she attended Summer school. She appeared to be accepting of me and willing to work.
It was obvious that the Economics class was going to be mind numbingly boring. The instructor really didn’t want to be there and it showed. We were basically on our own. Fortunately, I saw that I would be able to use the text and hoped that it would work out.
Van, my fraternity brother and who I was now living with, had really been reamed out by his parents for getting kicked out of school when he got home. They took his car from him and made him go to work as a laborer, hoping that it would be a wake up call for him. I found out right after I caught up with him that he expected me to be his wheels for the Summer. As far as I could see nothing had changed with him. He was a party animal while at school and it appeared that, at least in that vein, nothing had changed. When I took off for the racetrack to look for work that first night he was very disappointed. He'd wanted to go out and I felt a little bad but I had to do what I had to do.
My disappointment barrage continued when, after arriving at the track, found that Benny, the trainer/driver who AJ had shipped his four horses to, wanted no part of me. Maybe I was expecting too much. Unfortunately, I didn’t respond to his snub very well. Bottom line was he wasn’t going to use me and wouldn’t give me any assistance in meeting people who might. I thought about getting in touch with AJ but decided it was probably better if I didn’t. There was nothing left to do but go back to Van’s house.
Van had found someone to take him out to party so I was basically alone. His father had to leave for work at 6am so went to bed around 9pm. So, while alone I got to thinking about the possibility of commuting from home. That way I’d get to see more of Elle. It made sense in that I wasn't going to be able to work with the horses and was only an hour and a half away. I decided to stick out the week and make a decision once I got home for the weekend.
To be continued...
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
MANIC MAY... winding it up (Part 44g)
The Dean set up another meeting with me following my last exam. At that meeting we discussed my future at the school and what options I had. I certainly didn’t want to continue as a Psychology major and the only way I had a chance of graduating with my class (with Summer school credits included) was to change my major to Economics. However, the school had a rule that, as a Liberal Arts college, you could not take more than five courses in your major in consecutive semesters. I needed seven courses. The head of the Economics department was called in and that was not a good sign for me as I’d taken my Eco 101 and 102 with him and had ended up with D’s. After considerable pleading on my part and promises to work really hard I was told it was OK. Because I needed to make up the credits I’d lost with the WF in the Psych course I was told to take Economics courses during the Summer. The caveat was that my course choices had to be approved by the department head. I asked for a list of schools whose credits would be accepted and one was a college that was only an hour and a half from home. Resigned to not being able to work full time I grasped the positives of being near home and Elle.
Calls were made and pre-registration was done over the phone. All I had to do then was let my parents know and get the money for tuition. THAT... was going to be hard and I really didn’t look forward to making that call. It had taken two whole days to get through all of the above and I still hadn’t started work. I was just about to leave campus when I got an idea. The Dean had shown he was somewhat sympathetic to my plight as shown by his willingness to work with me and by having admitted that it had been wrong for the school to have brought Professor W back. I made one last visit to his office and asked if he could/would write a letter to my parents explaining the troubles that I’d had with him and my advisor. I must’ve looked pitiful because he said he’d draft something up and get it in the mail by the end of the week. To me, that was enough to buy a little time.
My boss, AJ, was less than pleased with my situation. With me being away for six weeks right in the busiest time for him was something that didn’t set well with him. He’d made plans for me being there and now, on the spur of the moment, they had to be changed. Ed, the colored man who helped AJ out with training during the Winters, would now have to do the same in the Summer. That meant that Ed wouldn’t be able to take care of any horses so another groom would have to be hired. AJ decided that it was only fair to Ed to let him share my duties while I was there so that meant we each got one horse to care for. It wasn’t what I was planning on as it also meant that I wouldn’t be getting a raise.
The promised letter had been received by my parents by the time I called them that Sunday. The one thing that a stern lecture over the phone had as an advantage was that I didn’t have to see the face of my father as he spoke. There was no question that he was mad but he did indicate that he’d get a check off to the college to cover my Summer tuition. I could only hope that he would be somewhat calmer by the time I got home.
I had three weeks to work. The only thing, of note, that happened during that time was that I cashed the biggest winning ticket of my life. I won over $130 for a $2 daily double bet and it was right before I headed home. Also, I did hatch a plan to make some money while still attending classes. I’d been in contact with one of my fellow members of the ”unholy alliance“ from the fraternity and gotten his parents approval for me to stay with them. He lived just minutes away from the campus. I’d attend classes in the morning, do my homework in the afternoon, and then go to the same racetrack where my grandfather’s horses were racing and work, taking care of horses that would be racing at night. I’d go home over the weekends and that way I’d be able to spend time with Elle. It seemed like it was perfect... too perfect.
To be continued...
The Dean set up another meeting with me following my last exam. At that meeting we discussed my future at the school and what options I had. I certainly didn’t want to continue as a Psychology major and the only way I had a chance of graduating with my class (with Summer school credits included) was to change my major to Economics. However, the school had a rule that, as a Liberal Arts college, you could not take more than five courses in your major in consecutive semesters. I needed seven courses. The head of the Economics department was called in and that was not a good sign for me as I’d taken my Eco 101 and 102 with him and had ended up with D’s. After considerable pleading on my part and promises to work really hard I was told it was OK. Because I needed to make up the credits I’d lost with the WF in the Psych course I was told to take Economics courses during the Summer. The caveat was that my course choices had to be approved by the department head. I asked for a list of schools whose credits would be accepted and one was a college that was only an hour and a half from home. Resigned to not being able to work full time I grasped the positives of being near home and Elle.
Calls were made and pre-registration was done over the phone. All I had to do then was let my parents know and get the money for tuition. THAT... was going to be hard and I really didn’t look forward to making that call. It had taken two whole days to get through all of the above and I still hadn’t started work. I was just about to leave campus when I got an idea. The Dean had shown he was somewhat sympathetic to my plight as shown by his willingness to work with me and by having admitted that it had been wrong for the school to have brought Professor W back. I made one last visit to his office and asked if he could/would write a letter to my parents explaining the troubles that I’d had with him and my advisor. I must’ve looked pitiful because he said he’d draft something up and get it in the mail by the end of the week. To me, that was enough to buy a little time.
My boss, AJ, was less than pleased with my situation. With me being away for six weeks right in the busiest time for him was something that didn’t set well with him. He’d made plans for me being there and now, on the spur of the moment, they had to be changed. Ed, the colored man who helped AJ out with training during the Winters, would now have to do the same in the Summer. That meant that Ed wouldn’t be able to take care of any horses so another groom would have to be hired. AJ decided that it was only fair to Ed to let him share my duties while I was there so that meant we each got one horse to care for. It wasn’t what I was planning on as it also meant that I wouldn’t be getting a raise.
The promised letter had been received by my parents by the time I called them that Sunday. The one thing that a stern lecture over the phone had as an advantage was that I didn’t have to see the face of my father as he spoke. There was no question that he was mad but he did indicate that he’d get a check off to the college to cover my Summer tuition. I could only hope that he would be somewhat calmer by the time I got home.
I had three weeks to work. The only thing, of note, that happened during that time was that I cashed the biggest winning ticket of my life. I won over $130 for a $2 daily double bet and it was right before I headed home. Also, I did hatch a plan to make some money while still attending classes. I’d been in contact with one of my fellow members of the ”unholy alliance“ from the fraternity and gotten his parents approval for me to stay with them. He lived just minutes away from the campus. I’d attend classes in the morning, do my homework in the afternoon, and then go to the same racetrack where my grandfather’s horses were racing and work, taking care of horses that would be racing at night. I’d go home over the weekends and that way I’d be able to spend time with Elle. It seemed like it was perfect... too perfect.
To be continued...
Friday, May 15, 2009
MANIC MAY... and it was (Part 44e)
Nothing more was said and I really don’t remember how we said goodnight. I knew I had to visit my Grandparents before going back to school and decided to do it first thing the next morning. I’ll admit I had devised a devious plan to get my grandfather to loan me some money and that it was the driving force behind my visit. He, of course, was excited to see me. Ironically, he had just gotten off the phone with AJ, his horse trainer and my Summer boss, before I arrived. He told me that AJ was due to ship into the track nearby to my college on the following Monday. That was the subject of my plea to my grandfather for money... that AJ had told me that he was going to ship into the track in mid May and when he didn’t I was out two weeks pay. Luckily, he bought it and proceeded to give (loan) me $100. But there was more as he told me that his two best horses were not being shipped to where I was going to be working but would be racing at the track near the city. He said that he wanted to see them race before he couldn’t travel anymore. (He had an arthritic hip and bad circulation in that leg) It was sort of a blow to me as I really enjoyed being a part of the training of his horses and watching them race. When I left I felt a bit bad because I knew how hard he’d take it when the news of my having to go to Summer school got to him. That, and how he’d be really upset if and when Elle’s and my engagement was released to the papers by her mother. Even though I had the money I didn’t feel that good about it.
Elle was feeling a little better by the time I got back. Nothing more was said about her father’s offer and what we were going to do about getting married. I was happy that she didn’t bring it up. We had lunch at my house and, unfortunately, she heard my mother lace into me again for not bringing any study materials home with me. It was obvious to her that I hadn’t told my mother about skipping the Psych exam so, later on, she was all over me about that. Other than getting the $100 from my grandfather, the day was not going all that well for me. Elle wasn’t up to doing much so, as I remember it, the day just drifted away.
Friday was Memorial Day so, for my trip back, I had the Indianapolis 500 race on radio to entertain me. That was the only thing I could find that was positive. Both my parents gave me another “talking to“ about being serious about college at breakfast. Elle was all teary about the fact that it would be a long time until she saw me again. I do remember driving down the road from my house and actually being glad to leave.
The trip back was easy. Being a racing fan, the radio play by play kept my attention and made time pass quickly. There were eight laps left in the race when I pulled into the parking lot behind the fraternity and I sat there and listened as Jimmy Bryant won. I’d been a fan of his so that made me happy. When I walked into the foyer I couldn’t help but see this big note posted on the fraternity crest telling me to report to the Dean of students at the administration building ASAP . It was posted the prior afternoon and, with the day being a holiday, I knew they were closed. I had no idea what it was about so it was just one more thing to worry about until Monday.
I made it through the exam, worrying about why I was summoned to see the Dean the whole way through. It certainly didn’t help my performance on the exam. Once there I had to wait for a while, increasing my uneasiness. Inside his office he wasted no time in letting me know why I was there... ”Where were you for the Psychology exam?“ I’d love to know what the expression on my face was when I heard that. The question caught me flat footed and I just plain reacted, not thinking of the consequences of what I was saying.
Basically, what went down was the following; When I didn’t show up for the exam and wasn’t on the infirmary list, Professor W went bonkers and reported me to the Dean. It would take far to long to give the details so suffice it to say that I let the Dean know everything that had gone on between the Professor and I and my term paper. AND, the bizaare way he ran the class. I fully expected to have the Dean stop me but he let me ramble on. When I finished he didn’t say a word but called to his secretary to get hold my advisor immediately. I was then asked to wait outside. It was maybe a half hour when I saw my advisor walk in. When he saw me he looked away. I sat there for another half hour before he walked out. I was then told to go inside. I had absolutely no idea what to expect and certainly didn’t expect an apology.
Long story short... He admitted that bringing Professor W back was a mistake. My advisor was chastised for not following through with what he had told me he would do on my behalf with Professor W. (The reason was that my advisor was intimidated by the Professor). My mistake was in not showing up for the exam. If I had and had ended up failing the course I would’ve had recourse. But the rules were clear that failure to not take a scheduled exam without a prior excuse (ie; infirmary list) called for a WF (withdrawn failure). So, that meant I was SOL... or so I thought.
To be continued...
Nothing more was said and I really don’t remember how we said goodnight. I knew I had to visit my Grandparents before going back to school and decided to do it first thing the next morning. I’ll admit I had devised a devious plan to get my grandfather to loan me some money and that it was the driving force behind my visit. He, of course, was excited to see me. Ironically, he had just gotten off the phone with AJ, his horse trainer and my Summer boss, before I arrived. He told me that AJ was due to ship into the track nearby to my college on the following Monday. That was the subject of my plea to my grandfather for money... that AJ had told me that he was going to ship into the track in mid May and when he didn’t I was out two weeks pay. Luckily, he bought it and proceeded to give (loan) me $100. But there was more as he told me that his two best horses were not being shipped to where I was going to be working but would be racing at the track near the city. He said that he wanted to see them race before he couldn’t travel anymore. (He had an arthritic hip and bad circulation in that leg) It was sort of a blow to me as I really enjoyed being a part of the training of his horses and watching them race. When I left I felt a bit bad because I knew how hard he’d take it when the news of my having to go to Summer school got to him. That, and how he’d be really upset if and when Elle’s and my engagement was released to the papers by her mother. Even though I had the money I didn’t feel that good about it.
Elle was feeling a little better by the time I got back. Nothing more was said about her father’s offer and what we were going to do about getting married. I was happy that she didn’t bring it up. We had lunch at my house and, unfortunately, she heard my mother lace into me again for not bringing any study materials home with me. It was obvious to her that I hadn’t told my mother about skipping the Psych exam so, later on, she was all over me about that. Other than getting the $100 from my grandfather, the day was not going all that well for me. Elle wasn’t up to doing much so, as I remember it, the day just drifted away.
Friday was Memorial Day so, for my trip back, I had the Indianapolis 500 race on radio to entertain me. That was the only thing I could find that was positive. Both my parents gave me another “talking to“ about being serious about college at breakfast. Elle was all teary about the fact that it would be a long time until she saw me again. I do remember driving down the road from my house and actually being glad to leave.
The trip back was easy. Being a racing fan, the radio play by play kept my attention and made time pass quickly. There were eight laps left in the race when I pulled into the parking lot behind the fraternity and I sat there and listened as Jimmy Bryant won. I’d been a fan of his so that made me happy. When I walked into the foyer I couldn’t help but see this big note posted on the fraternity crest telling me to report to the Dean of students at the administration building ASAP . It was posted the prior afternoon and, with the day being a holiday, I knew they were closed. I had no idea what it was about so it was just one more thing to worry about until Monday.
I made it through the exam, worrying about why I was summoned to see the Dean the whole way through. It certainly didn’t help my performance on the exam. Once there I had to wait for a while, increasing my uneasiness. Inside his office he wasted no time in letting me know why I was there... ”Where were you for the Psychology exam?“ I’d love to know what the expression on my face was when I heard that. The question caught me flat footed and I just plain reacted, not thinking of the consequences of what I was saying.
Basically, what went down was the following; When I didn’t show up for the exam and wasn’t on the infirmary list, Professor W went bonkers and reported me to the Dean. It would take far to long to give the details so suffice it to say that I let the Dean know everything that had gone on between the Professor and I and my term paper. AND, the bizaare way he ran the class. I fully expected to have the Dean stop me but he let me ramble on. When I finished he didn’t say a word but called to his secretary to get hold my advisor immediately. I was then asked to wait outside. It was maybe a half hour when I saw my advisor walk in. When he saw me he looked away. I sat there for another half hour before he walked out. I was then told to go inside. I had absolutely no idea what to expect and certainly didn’t expect an apology.
Long story short... He admitted that bringing Professor W back was a mistake. My advisor was chastised for not following through with what he had told me he would do on my behalf with Professor W. (The reason was that my advisor was intimidated by the Professor). My mistake was in not showing up for the exam. If I had and had ended up failing the course I would’ve had recourse. But the rules were clear that failure to not take a scheduled exam without a prior excuse (ie; infirmary list) called for a WF (withdrawn failure). So, that meant I was SOL... or so I thought.
To be continued...
Monday, May 11, 2009
MANIC MAY... and it was (Part 44d)
I called Elle as soon as I got into the house. She told me that I was crazy and that I had to take the exam. I hung up the phone telling her to be ready to go at around 3pm on Tuesday. I was really excited. I did some honest studying (cramming) over the rest of the weekend and after my Monday exam. I left the Tuesday exam feeling confident that I had earned my ”hook“ (a C). I left to pick Elle up immediately and was at the sorority in mid afternoon. In spite of her ”chastising“ me about my decision she had all the things she wanted to take home ready and waiting. I was in the best mood I’d been in for a while. Elle snuggled up to me as we headed for home.
My mood changed after we stopped for Elle’s first rest room break. She had a grim look on her face as she approached the car. Her period had started. Talk about sticking a pin in a balloon! I’d fantasized about all the ”alone“ time we’d be spending together for the next three days ever since I’d hatched my plan to skip the Psych exam and now it was gone. Elle wasn’t as disappointed as I was and tried to find the bright side in that at least we didn’t have to worry. I couldn’t disagree but it was still a low blow.
Elle didn’t help my now dark mood when she asked how I was going to make up for the missing credits. As hard as it may be to believe but I honestly hadn’t thought about it. For some perverse reason I got it into my head that I was sending Professor W a message by not showing up and deluded myself into believing that, somehow, it would all work out. I don’t know, even now, how I let myself go so far wrong.
I knew some of my friends had gone to Summer school but I’d never, ever, given it a thought. I did know that my college didn’t have Summer classes. As we drove I was stretching my memory trying to think of any college near the race track that I might attend. I came up with a few but I had no real knowledge to guide me. Now my mind was turning in a whole different, manic way. How would I be able to work with the horses? How would I pay for classes? How would I be able to go back in the Fall if I didn’t work all Summer? I became so immersed in all of that that I neglected to make the second rest stop for Elle and had to turn around and go back.
The rest of the trip home went by fairly quickly. Elle slept and I started to strategize on what I would say to my parents to explain what would become evident when my grades got sent home. They didn’t expect me until Thursday night. I lied and told them my Thursday exam had been moved which took the immediate pressure off. I was in good shape with them until my mother asked where my books were. I never even gave them a thought as I’d figured on cramming for the last two exams over the weekend after I’d gotten back to school. That wasn’t an option with them and told me they wanted me headed back on Friday, Memorial day. I had no argument for them and resigned myself to leaving early.
I knew Elle wouldn’t be feeling too good on Wednesday so I spent the morning trying to win some favor with my father by doing some chores around the yard. I went over to Elle’s around lunch time thinking that her mother was working. She wasn’t... and that turned out to not be a good thing. When Elle and I had told our parents that we were engaged, my mother had asked that Elle’s mother not make the announcement at that time. Nothing more had been said or done since that time. Elle’s mother had become tired of waiting and, having the two of us together, pinned us (me) down as to just what our plans were. We’d originally told her that our intention was to get married right after our graduations. She said that if that was so, she needed to start planning for the wedding right now. Elle and I had sort of ”danced around” the topic in some of our talks but, because she knew how touchy the subject was in my family, we didn’t come up with anything. It was a something that I didn’t need right at that moment.
Elle and I didn’t have an answer for her mother who had to leave for work. Having to bring that topic up with my parents with the specter of my upcoming need to go to Summer school hanging over me made me want to go hide in a closet. I certainly wasn’t ready to talk about it right at that moment and Elle, not feeling well, didn’t either. She said she was going to lie down and I went back to doing chores at home. I didn’t feel all that well either.
To be continued...
I called Elle as soon as I got into the house. She told me that I was crazy and that I had to take the exam. I hung up the phone telling her to be ready to go at around 3pm on Tuesday. I was really excited. I did some honest studying (cramming) over the rest of the weekend and after my Monday exam. I left the Tuesday exam feeling confident that I had earned my ”hook“ (a C). I left to pick Elle up immediately and was at the sorority in mid afternoon. In spite of her ”chastising“ me about my decision she had all the things she wanted to take home ready and waiting. I was in the best mood I’d been in for a while. Elle snuggled up to me as we headed for home.
My mood changed after we stopped for Elle’s first rest room break. She had a grim look on her face as she approached the car. Her period had started. Talk about sticking a pin in a balloon! I’d fantasized about all the ”alone“ time we’d be spending together for the next three days ever since I’d hatched my plan to skip the Psych exam and now it was gone. Elle wasn’t as disappointed as I was and tried to find the bright side in that at least we didn’t have to worry. I couldn’t disagree but it was still a low blow.
Elle didn’t help my now dark mood when she asked how I was going to make up for the missing credits. As hard as it may be to believe but I honestly hadn’t thought about it. For some perverse reason I got it into my head that I was sending Professor W a message by not showing up and deluded myself into believing that, somehow, it would all work out. I don’t know, even now, how I let myself go so far wrong.
I knew some of my friends had gone to Summer school but I’d never, ever, given it a thought. I did know that my college didn’t have Summer classes. As we drove I was stretching my memory trying to think of any college near the race track that I might attend. I came up with a few but I had no real knowledge to guide me. Now my mind was turning in a whole different, manic way. How would I be able to work with the horses? How would I pay for classes? How would I be able to go back in the Fall if I didn’t work all Summer? I became so immersed in all of that that I neglected to make the second rest stop for Elle and had to turn around and go back.
The rest of the trip home went by fairly quickly. Elle slept and I started to strategize on what I would say to my parents to explain what would become evident when my grades got sent home. They didn’t expect me until Thursday night. I lied and told them my Thursday exam had been moved which took the immediate pressure off. I was in good shape with them until my mother asked where my books were. I never even gave them a thought as I’d figured on cramming for the last two exams over the weekend after I’d gotten back to school. That wasn’t an option with them and told me they wanted me headed back on Friday, Memorial day. I had no argument for them and resigned myself to leaving early.
I knew Elle wouldn’t be feeling too good on Wednesday so I spent the morning trying to win some favor with my father by doing some chores around the yard. I went over to Elle’s around lunch time thinking that her mother was working. She wasn’t... and that turned out to not be a good thing. When Elle and I had told our parents that we were engaged, my mother had asked that Elle’s mother not make the announcement at that time. Nothing more had been said or done since that time. Elle’s mother had become tired of waiting and, having the two of us together, pinned us (me) down as to just what our plans were. We’d originally told her that our intention was to get married right after our graduations. She said that if that was so, she needed to start planning for the wedding right now. Elle and I had sort of ”danced around” the topic in some of our talks but, because she knew how touchy the subject was in my family, we didn’t come up with anything. It was a something that I didn’t need right at that moment.
Elle and I didn’t have an answer for her mother who had to leave for work. Having to bring that topic up with my parents with the specter of my upcoming need to go to Summer school hanging over me made me want to go hide in a closet. I certainly wasn’t ready to talk about it right at that moment and Elle, not feeling well, didn’t either. She said she was going to lie down and I went back to doing chores at home. I didn’t feel all that well either.
To be continued...
Friday, May 08, 2009
MANIC MAY... and it was (Part 44c)
Elle was finished on the last day of classes at her college which was the same as for me. She and Barbara Ann didn’t have to take final exams but had to return to campus to meet with their faculty advisor to review the reports from their mentor teachers and the principals of each school. I’d told them both that I’d drive them back that Saturday. But, that Friday, my last day of classes, I went to the room where Professor W’s class was held only to find that the door was locked. What I (and all the others taking the class) found was a sheet of paper taped to the door. There were a few of the guys trying to read it so I waited. When I finally got close enough to see it I couldn’t believe my eyes. What the goofy old codger had done was to put all of our grades on it. He had four columns with ”points“ in each. The first was the grade from the mid term exam, doubled. Next was the sum of the points we’d garnered on the daily quizzes. The third was the grade for our term project, again, doubled. The fourth was blank, awaiting our grade for the final exam. First of all, I was incensed that my grades were out there for everyone else to see. It took a few seconds to realize that he’d given me a grade of zero for my term project in spite of the fact that my advisor had told me that he ”would take care of it“.
Based upon the formula that he had posted at the top of that grade sheet there was no way for me to pass the course, even if I got a perfect score on the final. I took off on a dead run, headed for my advisor’s office. It was locked. I knew where he lived so I headed there only to be met by his wife at the door. I was told that he wasn’t there and that he wouldn’t be back until Monday. I was like a wild man. I said some things I know I shouldn’t have said but I was in a panic. If there had been one thing that I’d put an honest effort into during the whole semester it was on that project. I was really proud of it and seeing that I’d been given no credit for it made no sense at all.
I hadn’t done any drinking, to speak of, the whole semester. I made up for it that night. I have no idea how I got back to the fraternity but it was close to noon when I woke up. I felt like hell. There were any number of messages from Elle waiting for me when I made it downstairs. I called her and told her I wasn’t feeling well (the truth!) but that I’d get there around 2pm. My head hurt so bad that I didn’t give any thought to Professor W (at least that I can remember) which helped my demeanor when I arrived at Miss Bea’s. I wasn’t prepared for what was awaiting me.
Normally, there weren’t any cars at Miss Bea’s. As I drove up there were three. Miss Bea decided to throw a going away luncheon for Elle and Barbara Ann and had invited both of their proctor teachers as well as Brad, Barbara Ann’s fiance. Miss Bea knew I was to take the girls back to their campus around mid day so never bothered top tell me about the party. So, I was late. But, feeling the way I did, the party was a bit of an annoyance. Brad had a major paper due that Monday so he wasn’t taking Barbara Ann. When the party was breaking up I loaded the girls belongings into the car. After some tears and promises to ”keep in touch“ we were on our way.
Thankfully, the girls talked mostly to each other. Since I had to use back roads it took well over an hour to reach their campus. I dropped Barbara Ann off at her sorority first. After I’d carried the last of her stuff into the house she surprised me with a big kiss (on the mouth) and hug. Surprisingly, it was the first time I’d touched her other than a handshake when we met.
Elle and I had worked it out that I would drive her home after my Thursday exam so Elle had packed her things into two groups... one were the things she would be leaving at the sorority for the Summer and the other the things that would be going home with us. When we arrived we found that mealtime had started. I told Elle to go ahead and eat and I’d unload the car. What I really wanted was to get back to the fraternity so I could go back to sleep. The girls in the sorority were really excited to see Elle and kind of overwhelmed her. That worked to my advantage so my leaving wasn’t all that difficult.
My head had pretty much cleared by the time I left. That meant my thoughts turned to Professor W and my term project... not pleasant thoughts. I tried to think of what I could do to turn the situation around. At least I wasn’t in a panic mode like I was on Friday. I remember that I was on the outskirts of town when a wild thought grabbed my attention. If I wasn’t going to get any credit for my project there was no way I could pass the course. If that was so then there was no need to take the exam on Thursday. If I didn’t take the exam on Thursday then I could take Elle home after my Tuesday exam. If I did that then I’d have at least three, maybe four days with Elle. Since I wouldn’t be seeing her during the Summer, it seemed like a perfect plan.
To be continued...
Elle was finished on the last day of classes at her college which was the same as for me. She and Barbara Ann didn’t have to take final exams but had to return to campus to meet with their faculty advisor to review the reports from their mentor teachers and the principals of each school. I’d told them both that I’d drive them back that Saturday. But, that Friday, my last day of classes, I went to the room where Professor W’s class was held only to find that the door was locked. What I (and all the others taking the class) found was a sheet of paper taped to the door. There were a few of the guys trying to read it so I waited. When I finally got close enough to see it I couldn’t believe my eyes. What the goofy old codger had done was to put all of our grades on it. He had four columns with ”points“ in each. The first was the grade from the mid term exam, doubled. Next was the sum of the points we’d garnered on the daily quizzes. The third was the grade for our term project, again, doubled. The fourth was blank, awaiting our grade for the final exam. First of all, I was incensed that my grades were out there for everyone else to see. It took a few seconds to realize that he’d given me a grade of zero for my term project in spite of the fact that my advisor had told me that he ”would take care of it“.
Based upon the formula that he had posted at the top of that grade sheet there was no way for me to pass the course, even if I got a perfect score on the final. I took off on a dead run, headed for my advisor’s office. It was locked. I knew where he lived so I headed there only to be met by his wife at the door. I was told that he wasn’t there and that he wouldn’t be back until Monday. I was like a wild man. I said some things I know I shouldn’t have said but I was in a panic. If there had been one thing that I’d put an honest effort into during the whole semester it was on that project. I was really proud of it and seeing that I’d been given no credit for it made no sense at all.
I hadn’t done any drinking, to speak of, the whole semester. I made up for it that night. I have no idea how I got back to the fraternity but it was close to noon when I woke up. I felt like hell. There were any number of messages from Elle waiting for me when I made it downstairs. I called her and told her I wasn’t feeling well (the truth!) but that I’d get there around 2pm. My head hurt so bad that I didn’t give any thought to Professor W (at least that I can remember) which helped my demeanor when I arrived at Miss Bea’s. I wasn’t prepared for what was awaiting me.
Normally, there weren’t any cars at Miss Bea’s. As I drove up there were three. Miss Bea decided to throw a going away luncheon for Elle and Barbara Ann and had invited both of their proctor teachers as well as Brad, Barbara Ann’s fiance. Miss Bea knew I was to take the girls back to their campus around mid day so never bothered top tell me about the party. So, I was late. But, feeling the way I did, the party was a bit of an annoyance. Brad had a major paper due that Monday so he wasn’t taking Barbara Ann. When the party was breaking up I loaded the girls belongings into the car. After some tears and promises to ”keep in touch“ we were on our way.
Thankfully, the girls talked mostly to each other. Since I had to use back roads it took well over an hour to reach their campus. I dropped Barbara Ann off at her sorority first. After I’d carried the last of her stuff into the house she surprised me with a big kiss (on the mouth) and hug. Surprisingly, it was the first time I’d touched her other than a handshake when we met.
Elle and I had worked it out that I would drive her home after my Thursday exam so Elle had packed her things into two groups... one were the things she would be leaving at the sorority for the Summer and the other the things that would be going home with us. When we arrived we found that mealtime had started. I told Elle to go ahead and eat and I’d unload the car. What I really wanted was to get back to the fraternity so I could go back to sleep. The girls in the sorority were really excited to see Elle and kind of overwhelmed her. That worked to my advantage so my leaving wasn’t all that difficult.
My head had pretty much cleared by the time I left. That meant my thoughts turned to Professor W and my term project... not pleasant thoughts. I tried to think of what I could do to turn the situation around. At least I wasn’t in a panic mode like I was on Friday. I remember that I was on the outskirts of town when a wild thought grabbed my attention. If I wasn’t going to get any credit for my project there was no way I could pass the course. If that was so then there was no need to take the exam on Thursday. If I didn’t take the exam on Thursday then I could take Elle home after my Tuesday exam. If I did that then I’d have at least three, maybe four days with Elle. Since I wouldn’t be seeing her during the Summer, it seemed like a perfect plan.
To be continued...
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
MANIC MAY... and it was (Part44b)
Back at Miss Bea’s we found that Barbara Ann had come home early because she didn’t feel well. She skipped supper and when Elle and I finished washing and drying the dishes Elle told Miss Bea she had to go meet with her mentor teacher. Elle wasn’t a very good liar but she pulled it off like a pro. Because I’d never really identified a place to go and “park” I had no plan. We drove back to the first town that Elle had taught and found a place that really wasn’t all that private so I didn’t get too far when it came to being “up close and personal” with her. Since it was a school night and the fact that she had done none of her next day preparations she wanted to go back to Miss Bea’s when it started to get dark. It had been over two hours since we’d left Miss Bea’s and Elle hadn’t mentioned the need to pee. I didn’t think of it until we approached the state highway department depot that we’d stopped at about a month prior when she’d started to wet herself. On the spur of the moment, and without saying a word, I drove in again. It was dark this time and as I pulled behind the same sand berm that we’d stopped at before I looked over at Elle. She had this big grin on her face.
We both got out of the car and she, hiding behind the open door, pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her white panties stood out in the semi darkness. I placed one hand lightly in her crotch and the other around her waist. It felt so good to kiss her and to rub her panties at the same time. After a few seconds I asked if she had to go, knowing full well what her answer would be. Because she would have to go back to Miss Bea’s she didn’t want to pee standing up and to have it run down her legs so she squatted down. I followed her down and almost before she was settled she started to pee. Feeling the wet warmth of her panties really had me going. Because I still had my pants on, squatting was crushing my penis, but I endured the pain until she was finished. When we stood up I undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees and then slid into the passenger seat. She followed and sat on my knees, straddling me. I was afraid that my “lack of activity” might cause me to come early and, as much as I wanted her to slide up to my groin in her wet panties, I pulled her leg elastic aside and looked for her “button”. It only took a few seconds. I did have a “rubber” and managed to get it on without a problem.
It wasn’t as good as when we did it “au natural” but it was certainly a good experience for both of us. The “rubber’ helped me last longer so she got more pleasure than usual. When it was over she just stayed there with her head resting on my shoulder. I have no idea how long we stayed that way. When we put ourselves back together she stayed snuggled up to me for quite a while. It was almost 11pm when we got back to the house. Miss Bea had gone to bed so at least I didn’t have to lie to her as to where we were for so long. Elle had left her wet panties on with a pair of the heavy cotton ones over them. As I took my ”good night hug“ I slid my hands up under her skirt and squeezed her bottom, feeling just a bit of dampness. It was enough to get a bit of a bulge started. I would loved to have been able to stay with her that night as she was in a very loving mood. But reality took over and I, reluctantly, headed back to campus.
When I had left North Carolina after my Spring break and working with the horses, my boss, AJ, had indicated that he would be shipping the stable to the local racetrack in the middle of May. Once the month of May came I couldn’t wait until they arrived. It was about the time I was expecting word that they had arrived that I got a letter from Mrs AJ. It was to tell me that there had been a change of plans and that AJ had shipped the horses to a track in Delaware until around Memorial day. It was not something that made me very happy. In truth, I had spent every dollar that I expected to make over that two week period. It would’ve paid off the fraternity, Mr B and the few odd debts that had encumbered. Instead of $140 all I would be making was $40. I had no idea where I’d come up with the other $100.
The schedule for final exams came out about 10 days before they were to start. Because Memorial day fell during that week it made the schedule a little longer than normal. Mine called for Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Monday, Tuesday. On one hand it was a real pain for it to extend that long. On the other, it meant that I’d have time to cram for each one individually. I dreaded the Thursday one because it was the Psychology one with Professor W.
To be continued...
Back at Miss Bea’s we found that Barbara Ann had come home early because she didn’t feel well. She skipped supper and when Elle and I finished washing and drying the dishes Elle told Miss Bea she had to go meet with her mentor teacher. Elle wasn’t a very good liar but she pulled it off like a pro. Because I’d never really identified a place to go and “park” I had no plan. We drove back to the first town that Elle had taught and found a place that really wasn’t all that private so I didn’t get too far when it came to being “up close and personal” with her. Since it was a school night and the fact that she had done none of her next day preparations she wanted to go back to Miss Bea’s when it started to get dark. It had been over two hours since we’d left Miss Bea’s and Elle hadn’t mentioned the need to pee. I didn’t think of it until we approached the state highway department depot that we’d stopped at about a month prior when she’d started to wet herself. On the spur of the moment, and without saying a word, I drove in again. It was dark this time and as I pulled behind the same sand berm that we’d stopped at before I looked over at Elle. She had this big grin on her face.
We both got out of the car and she, hiding behind the open door, pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her white panties stood out in the semi darkness. I placed one hand lightly in her crotch and the other around her waist. It felt so good to kiss her and to rub her panties at the same time. After a few seconds I asked if she had to go, knowing full well what her answer would be. Because she would have to go back to Miss Bea’s she didn’t want to pee standing up and to have it run down her legs so she squatted down. I followed her down and almost before she was settled she started to pee. Feeling the wet warmth of her panties really had me going. Because I still had my pants on, squatting was crushing my penis, but I endured the pain until she was finished. When we stood up I undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees and then slid into the passenger seat. She followed and sat on my knees, straddling me. I was afraid that my “lack of activity” might cause me to come early and, as much as I wanted her to slide up to my groin in her wet panties, I pulled her leg elastic aside and looked for her “button”. It only took a few seconds. I did have a “rubber” and managed to get it on without a problem.
It wasn’t as good as when we did it “au natural” but it was certainly a good experience for both of us. The “rubber’ helped me last longer so she got more pleasure than usual. When it was over she just stayed there with her head resting on my shoulder. I have no idea how long we stayed that way. When we put ourselves back together she stayed snuggled up to me for quite a while. It was almost 11pm when we got back to the house. Miss Bea had gone to bed so at least I didn’t have to lie to her as to where we were for so long. Elle had left her wet panties on with a pair of the heavy cotton ones over them. As I took my ”good night hug“ I slid my hands up under her skirt and squeezed her bottom, feeling just a bit of dampness. It was enough to get a bit of a bulge started. I would loved to have been able to stay with her that night as she was in a very loving mood. But reality took over and I, reluctantly, headed back to campus.
When I had left North Carolina after my Spring break and working with the horses, my boss, AJ, had indicated that he would be shipping the stable to the local racetrack in the middle of May. Once the month of May came I couldn’t wait until they arrived. It was about the time I was expecting word that they had arrived that I got a letter from Mrs AJ. It was to tell me that there had been a change of plans and that AJ had shipped the horses to a track in Delaware until around Memorial day. It was not something that made me very happy. In truth, I had spent every dollar that I expected to make over that two week period. It would’ve paid off the fraternity, Mr B and the few odd debts that had encumbered. Instead of $140 all I would be making was $40. I had no idea where I’d come up with the other $100.
The schedule for final exams came out about 10 days before they were to start. Because Memorial day fell during that week it made the schedule a little longer than normal. Mine called for Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Monday, Tuesday. On one hand it was a real pain for it to extend that long. On the other, it meant that I’d have time to cram for each one individually. I dreaded the Thursday one because it was the Psychology one with Professor W.
To be continued...
Sunday, May 03, 2009
MANIC MAY... and it was (Part44a)
When Miss Bea returned she found us asleep in the back yard. She thought it was pretty funny. She woke us up to ask us if we wanted to go to the movies, on her, that night. She was a huge Paul Newman fan and The Long Hot Summer was playing. The girls were also turned on by Newman so, if I wanted to be with Elle that night, I had to go along. I didn’t really mind as long as I didn’t have to pay for it. Missing was Brad. Even though Barbara Ann hadn’t heard from him she was hot to go to the movies anyway. I have to admit that it was a pretty good movie as Joanne Woodward did look pretty good to me back then.
I didn’t get to spend much time with Elle (alone) before I headed back to the fraternity. I know that her period came the next day, much to my great relief. I have no memory of the rest of that week as far as Elle was concerned. I had enough to handle of my own. With the end of the month coming up I was still delinquent in my room and board payments to the fraternity. I do remember pleading with some of the guys who worked full time at the student co-op to let me work in their stead and getting some additional work. I ended up borrowing money from Mr B at the clothing store to get paid up in time. It was a precursor for the whole month of May.
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NOTE: Up to now I’ve tried to write most of this using a “time line”. However, May became somewhat frantic for me. With Elle and I seeing each other three to four times a week there was no need to write. A lot of what I’ve written has been guided by reading her old letters to me (Yes, I still have them). So what I’m going to do for the next few posts is to write about some of the things that I remember happening but they might not be in the sequence that they took place.
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One of the most pressing items for me was my situation with Professor W and the psychology course I was taking. As I’ve previously written, he had rejected my term project but, on the advice of my faculty advisor, I had continued to work on it. I had managed to avoid confrontation with Professor W, more because, as the weeks progressed, his behavior regressed. He had set up progress meetings with other members of the class and then not shown up. He couldn’t remember the names of the guys in class so he set up a seating chart. But we would change seats each time we had class with him. He never knew. I’d mentioned that he would give a quiz each class. That was how he would take attendance. But, once the papers were handed in two or three of the guys would slip out the door when he wasn’t looking. That was fairly easy to do. He considered himself to be a lecturer and he would walk around the room as he did. He would often stop in front of a window and, even in mid sentence, would stop and stare out at the landscape. Sometimes he would be there for a few minutes at a time. He was the laughing stock of the campus but the administration did nothing about it. My advisor was in sympathy with me but he, also, did nothing. I felt somewhat helpless.
There was a lot of dissatisfaction at the fraternity over it’s campus status. Some of the Freshman pledges were threatening not to formally join when they returned in the Fall. With social probation already in force and the threat of academic probation hanging over our heads there wasn’t much to offer. From an economic standpoint that was certainly not good. I was trying to plead my case to become the full time house manager for the following year. There was a faction that was arguing against that happening citing the fact that I had only actually, physically, lived in the house for less than a semester. They also brought up the fact that even though I slept in the house most nights that I was seldom present. To combat that criticism I cut back on my mid week visits to see Elle.
I also managed to get a full time position at the co-op. Full time is a misnomer. It amounted to 16 to 20 hours a week. At $1.00 an hour it didn’t go very far but at least it was something. If there was anything good about it all it was that I was actually getting some studying done when business was slow. That was not to say that I didn’t get to see Elle. I did, but not as much.
One of the more memorable weekday trips did involve Barbara Ann. I’d decided to go down to see her one day probably about mid month. We’d talked on the phone and I was to pick her up at her school at the regular place and regular time. At 3:30pm I was there... but Elle wasn’t. In all the times I’d gone to pick her up there she’d never been late. I waited for awhile and then thought that maybe she’d gotten a ride so headed for Miss Bea’s. I’d been there so often that I didn’t ever bother to knock. I walked into the kitchen and didn’t see any signs that anyone had come home yet. But, I took a chance and went upstairs hoping to find and surprise Elle. She wasn’t in her room. As I turned to walk out I saw bare feet at the end of a bed in Barbara Ann’s room. I went up to the door and peeked in. Barbara Ann was lying on her side facing away from the door... wearing only a blouse and panties. The view was my favorite... her nice rounded butt cheeks filling out her panties and a nice big crotch line to finish it off. Oh for a camera!
Again, not knowing where Elle was I didn’t want to get caught by her in a compromising position as far as Barbara Ann was concerned, Reluctantly, I went back downstairs. Concerned as to just where Elle was I headed back to the school. She was ready and waiting for me as I pulled up. It turned out that, due to an emergency, she had to take “bus duty”. I was relieved to see her and, having not seen all that much of her alone for a couple of weeks, asked if we couldn’t find an excuse to leave Miss Bea’s after supper. I didn’t expect that she would be receptive without some “selling” on my part and when she immediately said “yes” it was the best news I’d had all month.
To be continued...
When Miss Bea returned she found us asleep in the back yard. She thought it was pretty funny. She woke us up to ask us if we wanted to go to the movies, on her, that night. She was a huge Paul Newman fan and The Long Hot Summer was playing. The girls were also turned on by Newman so, if I wanted to be with Elle that night, I had to go along. I didn’t really mind as long as I didn’t have to pay for it. Missing was Brad. Even though Barbara Ann hadn’t heard from him she was hot to go to the movies anyway. I have to admit that it was a pretty good movie as Joanne Woodward did look pretty good to me back then.
I didn’t get to spend much time with Elle (alone) before I headed back to the fraternity. I know that her period came the next day, much to my great relief. I have no memory of the rest of that week as far as Elle was concerned. I had enough to handle of my own. With the end of the month coming up I was still delinquent in my room and board payments to the fraternity. I do remember pleading with some of the guys who worked full time at the student co-op to let me work in their stead and getting some additional work. I ended up borrowing money from Mr B at the clothing store to get paid up in time. It was a precursor for the whole month of May.
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NOTE: Up to now I’ve tried to write most of this using a “time line”. However, May became somewhat frantic for me. With Elle and I seeing each other three to four times a week there was no need to write. A lot of what I’ve written has been guided by reading her old letters to me (Yes, I still have them). So what I’m going to do for the next few posts is to write about some of the things that I remember happening but they might not be in the sequence that they took place.
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One of the most pressing items for me was my situation with Professor W and the psychology course I was taking. As I’ve previously written, he had rejected my term project but, on the advice of my faculty advisor, I had continued to work on it. I had managed to avoid confrontation with Professor W, more because, as the weeks progressed, his behavior regressed. He had set up progress meetings with other members of the class and then not shown up. He couldn’t remember the names of the guys in class so he set up a seating chart. But we would change seats each time we had class with him. He never knew. I’d mentioned that he would give a quiz each class. That was how he would take attendance. But, once the papers were handed in two or three of the guys would slip out the door when he wasn’t looking. That was fairly easy to do. He considered himself to be a lecturer and he would walk around the room as he did. He would often stop in front of a window and, even in mid sentence, would stop and stare out at the landscape. Sometimes he would be there for a few minutes at a time. He was the laughing stock of the campus but the administration did nothing about it. My advisor was in sympathy with me but he, also, did nothing. I felt somewhat helpless.
There was a lot of dissatisfaction at the fraternity over it’s campus status. Some of the Freshman pledges were threatening not to formally join when they returned in the Fall. With social probation already in force and the threat of academic probation hanging over our heads there wasn’t much to offer. From an economic standpoint that was certainly not good. I was trying to plead my case to become the full time house manager for the following year. There was a faction that was arguing against that happening citing the fact that I had only actually, physically, lived in the house for less than a semester. They also brought up the fact that even though I slept in the house most nights that I was seldom present. To combat that criticism I cut back on my mid week visits to see Elle.
I also managed to get a full time position at the co-op. Full time is a misnomer. It amounted to 16 to 20 hours a week. At $1.00 an hour it didn’t go very far but at least it was something. If there was anything good about it all it was that I was actually getting some studying done when business was slow. That was not to say that I didn’t get to see Elle. I did, but not as much.
One of the more memorable weekday trips did involve Barbara Ann. I’d decided to go down to see her one day probably about mid month. We’d talked on the phone and I was to pick her up at her school at the regular place and regular time. At 3:30pm I was there... but Elle wasn’t. In all the times I’d gone to pick her up there she’d never been late. I waited for awhile and then thought that maybe she’d gotten a ride so headed for Miss Bea’s. I’d been there so often that I didn’t ever bother to knock. I walked into the kitchen and didn’t see any signs that anyone had come home yet. But, I took a chance and went upstairs hoping to find and surprise Elle. She wasn’t in her room. As I turned to walk out I saw bare feet at the end of a bed in Barbara Ann’s room. I went up to the door and peeked in. Barbara Ann was lying on her side facing away from the door... wearing only a blouse and panties. The view was my favorite... her nice rounded butt cheeks filling out her panties and a nice big crotch line to finish it off. Oh for a camera!
Again, not knowing where Elle was I didn’t want to get caught by her in a compromising position as far as Barbara Ann was concerned, Reluctantly, I went back downstairs. Concerned as to just where Elle was I headed back to the school. She was ready and waiting for me as I pulled up. It turned out that, due to an emergency, she had to take “bus duty”. I was relieved to see her and, having not seen all that much of her alone for a couple of weeks, asked if we couldn’t find an excuse to leave Miss Bea’s after supper. I didn’t expect that she would be receptive without some “selling” on my part and when she immediately said “yes” it was the best news I’d had all month.
To be continued...
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