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There's a pool party tomorrow. Well, there's a pool party every summer, really, towards the end. I guess it's a good thing to do, giving everyone a chance to get together and eat barbecue and swim and stuff.

I always thought it was weird, when I was just a normal student, that they let all the old people come. I'm just realizing that I'm one of the old people now, and that feels weird. I've been asked to help out with the little kids a bit, do some craft projects, then I'll be free to party I guess.

So yeah, I'll be there, if anyone wants to meet up. Anyone else planning on going?

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I don't remember anyone named Ezekiel. I'm Peter, and I've just graduated last June. I'm doing post-graduate work for my Spiritwalking, and I'm teaching art in the lower school. Which they let me do since I don't really need a degree for it, not with the little kids. I haven't decided yet if I want to study art history at the college or not, but I'll take some classes.

You graduated eight years ago and it still feels weird to be a teacher? I think I'm doomed.

Um. What sort of a disaster?

I've only been teaching for two years, though. I was in college for the first four years and in grad school for the next two.

Last year, I was teaching middle school History. I'm not convinced that students that age aren't actually concentrated evil. And if you show any weakness at all, it's a bit like being attacked by a pack of rabid hyenas. I didn't stand a chance!

You'll be all right. Kids love art. At least, I did.

But they weren't actually hyenas since you weren't here. Right? I mean here, they could actually be hyenas. Or worse.

I love art still. I think they're letting me teach it because I can fingerpaint.

Fingerpainting was not my forte. I would forget I had paint on my fingers and brush back my hair, rub my eye, something like that. I was very colorful by the end of class.

Fingerpainting ought to be everyone's thing. It's okay to get paint on you when you've stuck your fingers in it already.

I'm sure if you looked at some of the lower school yearbooks from around, oh, 1991, 1992, you'd find some entertaining pictures of me from art class.

Oh second thought, perhaps I shouldn't be telling you that. You might decide to show them to my students and I'll be doomed before I even start.

Why would I show them to your students?

I suppose just because it would probably be amusing to do so. It was mostly meant as a joke.

I don't like jokes at other people's expense. Or, I guess I don't get them. So I just didn't think of it.

Can't say that I do, either, but then I've spent a lot of time as the butt of them. They always say they're laughing with you, but... what if you're not laughing?

I guess my artistically disastrous secret history is safe.

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