Getting a job.

I was wearing a pair of khaki capris, and a grey and light blue plaid shirt. I got in my car, and started it. I was headed to the highschool, in hopes that they might need some help in tutoring. I pull up into the parking lot about 45 minutes later. When I walk in the door, the freshness of air conditioning blasts me in the face. I sign in as a guest, and then ask to schedule a meeting with the teachers, about the possibilities of tutoring. Gertie Wils. I tell them when the secratary asks for my name. That was about the only time I admited I had a name like that; when I might be under the watchful eye of Them. I sit down on a hard orange chair, to wait. I look at the signs in the office; Griffin High School. I went to Scotlin. But there was no way I was going to sign up to help tutor my own class mates, and be teased for the rest of my highschool year? No thanks.