Five days a week the lowest paid substitute teacher in the district drives his father's used Mercury to the Hough and 79th, where he eases it, mud flaps and all, down the ramp into the garage of Patrick Henry Junior High, a school where he'll teach back-to-back classes withour so much as a coffee or cigarette break and all of this depressing him until he remembers his date last night, and hopes it might lead to bigger things, maybe love, so he quickens his pace towards the main office to pick up his class list with the names of students he'll never know as well as he has come to know the specials in the cafeteria, where he hopes the coffee will be perking and someone will have brought in those doughnuts he's come to love so much, loves more than the idea of teaching seveneth graders the meaning of a poem, because after all he's a sub who will finish his day, head south to his father's house, and at dinner, he'll ask how his job is going, and he'll say okay, and he'll remind her that it might lead to a full-time position with benefits but he knows what teaching in that school is like and his date from last night call to ask is he's busy and he says yes because he promised to wash his father car and promises to his father are sacred since his mother died.
Besides, it's the least he can do now that he lets him drive the car five days a week towards the big lake, to the NE corner of Hough and 79th and you know the rest.
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