13-03-2020, 10:40 AM
1. A PROLOGUE
After over fifteen years of teaching in public college systems in Canada, I was offered a job at a reclusive private college in southern California. I was in desperate need of a change in my teaching career, having been living an exhaustive mind-numbing routine. I was sick of the pressure to just pass everybody, I was sick of the entitlement issues of today's students and truth be told I was sick of the six months of winter (it really is depressing when there is snow on the ground by mid-October).
At first, I balked at the job offer, but when the college's Headmistress committed to paying all my relocation costs and offered a salary that was double my current salary in Canada, I couldn't resist. Not to mention, southern California doesn't get snow.
When the Headmistress of the college called me about the job, I was quite surprised since I never actually applied, but I remember the phone call vividly:
"Hi, is this Ms. Jasmine Winston?" asked a friendly female voice.
"Yes it is," I answered, having just gotten home from work a few minutes earlier, after a rather exhausting day that had tested my patience.
"My name is Headmistress Alexis Carleton and I am in charge of an all girls' college in southern California," she introduced herself.
I assumed I was about to be invited to come and speak to her college staff about one of my keynote presentations. Although not an expert, I have written about teaching assessments that work and also spoke on bringing learning to life. Last year, I won a teaching excellence award in Canada as one of the most innovative teachers in the country.
She continued, "After seeing you speak a few weeks ago, I found myself wishing I had someone like you on my staff with such enthusiasm and such passion for teaching. I went back to my college rejuvenated by your lecture. Then a couple of days ago as I was planning for next years' college year a thought popped into my head. If I want someone like you, why not just go out and get you."
I listened vaguely, tired from the day, even though her flattery was cheering me up slightly. Yet, her last sentence pulled me right into the conversation. "Pardon?"
"I want to interview you for a position at my college, although I am already confident I want to hire you," she informed me.
I was flattered and surprised. "Really?" I asked, still a bit dumbfounded by the call.
"I must have you," she said, her voice showing a determination even over the phone.
We spent ten more minutes on the phone before I agreed I would get back to her in a couple of days with an answer if I was interested in setting up a Skype interview.
Over the next couple of days I considered the opportunity. My youngest son was in grade twelve and was already accepted to a university playing football hours away, my daughter was in second year university in Toronto, over 30 hours away and I was already worried about empty nest syndrome. A new college, a new start would be a great distraction from being home alone without kids.
Secondly, since I divorced my husband after he cheated on me with his secretary a couple of years ago, how cliché is that, I had wanted to start over and had already been applying for jobs in other provinces...although California was in a whole other country.
So, if I hadn't been bitter with my current job and lack of a strong education system, if my children were younger or if my husband hadn't been a cheating bastard I probably never would have considered such an extreme move, but the stars were all aligned and I decided what the fuck...why not?.
Of course, I did my due diligence first and researched the college extensively.
The college, Chateau Johnson for Girls, was a by invitation only college for gifted girls. Located in southern California, the college was in the middle of nowhere and all the girls lived in dorms at the college. The teachers also lived on campus and besides teaching duties were expected to be dorm mothers. The more I read the more mixed were my feelings about this unique opportunity.
Reasons to take the job:
1. The idea of teaching only strong academic girls, young women, was really exciting, but all those hormones would also be exhausting.
2. I loved the idea of living in the fresh air of southern California, but wasn't so keen on living in the vast emptiness the college was located. The nearest town was forty minutes away.
3. The thought of being a dorm mother was also quite interesting; in public college I had over 200 students a year and truthfully only made real teacher-student relationships with a few. I spent so much time working with kids failing, skipping class and so forth, that making real connections with students was rare. Yet, at Chateau Johnson for Girls class size was capped at 18 (at my current college the cap was 28, but that was only a suggestion and 35 students in a room made for 30 maximum was very common).
4. I was thrilled I would be teaching the same girls all the classes I love: English, World History, Creative Writing, and Drama. I would finally get to teach creative writing. I had always wanted to but the Creative Writing teacher at every college I had ever worked at was already entrenched in the position (and trust me teaching staffs are like high college, full of cliques and hard to change).
5. Free housing was included as part of my salary thus saving me a ton of money on rent.
6. I would get six free round trip flights a year (with no restrictions to where I went).
7. I also had 20 percent preparation time (20 percent more than I had at my last college),
8. I would be in charge of the drama club, the graduation ceremony and would be the faculty advisor for the student council. I was excited by the additional duties as a dorm mother that would afford me the chance to interact with the students outside the classroom environment.
9. Also, I was in awe of the many famous alumni that this small college had. Politicians, lawyers, celebrities, doctors and every other high profile job was represented by the college's small, but seemingly elite, alumni.
10. Lastly, I was in awe with the dress code of the college. In every college I had ever worked at the dress code was just a suggestion. If I got a dollar for every time I saw a girl's thong or a boy's underwear I would be rich; if I got another dollar for every skirt that was too short, or cleavage too low I could feed a third world country. Yet, at the elite college there wasn't a complete college uniform but very clear rules the girls must follow:
-they must wear a blouse (only one button could be undone) or sweater
-they must wear one of three skirt choices (given to them by the college)
-they must wear pantyhose (also given by the college)
I was fascinated by the fact that pantyhose were mandatory (I had never seen that before; some colleges required tights if the skirt was too short or leggings, but that had seldom been enforced). If I saw a dozen girls in pantyhose in a whole year that would be a lot at my college, unlike the eighties when I was in high college and they were worn every day. I had been wearing pantyhose or thigh highs since college when my boyfriend of the time liked me in them. I have always loved the feel of silky nylon on my legs and felt they accentuate my strongest asset perfectly. I have small breasts, 34b and a decent ass, but my legs are easily my best asset. Conversely, I always noticed women in pantyhose and although I am straight, I often fantasize about being with a woman.
I am a published writer with a few plays published, a book of poetry, and a few articles on education. Yet, my most prolific writing was under the pseudonym Jasmine Walker. I love writing porn. I have written more than eighty stories on a website called Literotica, the majority of them rather popular.
My themes are almost always about submission, seduction, humiliation, and stockings. My genres are varied, but my most common are lesbian, incest, group sex and gay. This was my dirty little secret, I lived vicariously through my writing. My real life being a lot less riveting and exciting in comparison to my fictional world, thus this move was a chance to rekindle the adventurous part of me that had never really taken the risks my characters took.
I wanted to be like my characters, and every story always has pieces of the real me, yet I am much more conservative in real life (although I am not a complete innocent either), although like many of my characters I was just one temptation away from breaking free from the invisible chains society had put on me. Although no one who knows me knew this, it was the naughty side of me simmering just below the surface...bubbling like a volcano long dormant, but like all volcanoes they eventually erupt.
In the end, the offer was too good to refuse, both financially and professionally and after two Skype interviews I was officially offered the job. I accepted, but due to an already planned trip with a couple of girlfriends, I could not arrive till the day before college started, not ideal but the reality.
After over fifteen years of teaching in public college systems in Canada, I was offered a job at a reclusive private college in southern California. I was in desperate need of a change in my teaching career, having been living an exhaustive mind-numbing routine. I was sick of the pressure to just pass everybody, I was sick of the entitlement issues of today's students and truth be told I was sick of the six months of winter (it really is depressing when there is snow on the ground by mid-October).
At first, I balked at the job offer, but when the college's Headmistress committed to paying all my relocation costs and offered a salary that was double my current salary in Canada, I couldn't resist. Not to mention, southern California doesn't get snow.
When the Headmistress of the college called me about the job, I was quite surprised since I never actually applied, but I remember the phone call vividly:
"Hi, is this Ms. Jasmine Winston?" asked a friendly female voice.
"Yes it is," I answered, having just gotten home from work a few minutes earlier, after a rather exhausting day that had tested my patience.
"My name is Headmistress Alexis Carleton and I am in charge of an all girls' college in southern California," she introduced herself.
I assumed I was about to be invited to come and speak to her college staff about one of my keynote presentations. Although not an expert, I have written about teaching assessments that work and also spoke on bringing learning to life. Last year, I won a teaching excellence award in Canada as one of the most innovative teachers in the country.
She continued, "After seeing you speak a few weeks ago, I found myself wishing I had someone like you on my staff with such enthusiasm and such passion for teaching. I went back to my college rejuvenated by your lecture. Then a couple of days ago as I was planning for next years' college year a thought popped into my head. If I want someone like you, why not just go out and get you."
I listened vaguely, tired from the day, even though her flattery was cheering me up slightly. Yet, her last sentence pulled me right into the conversation. "Pardon?"
"I want to interview you for a position at my college, although I am already confident I want to hire you," she informed me.
I was flattered and surprised. "Really?" I asked, still a bit dumbfounded by the call.
"I must have you," she said, her voice showing a determination even over the phone.
We spent ten more minutes on the phone before I agreed I would get back to her in a couple of days with an answer if I was interested in setting up a Skype interview.
Over the next couple of days I considered the opportunity. My youngest son was in grade twelve and was already accepted to a university playing football hours away, my daughter was in second year university in Toronto, over 30 hours away and I was already worried about empty nest syndrome. A new college, a new start would be a great distraction from being home alone without kids.
Secondly, since I divorced my husband after he cheated on me with his secretary a couple of years ago, how cliché is that, I had wanted to start over and had already been applying for jobs in other provinces...although California was in a whole other country.
So, if I hadn't been bitter with my current job and lack of a strong education system, if my children were younger or if my husband hadn't been a cheating bastard I probably never would have considered such an extreme move, but the stars were all aligned and I decided what the fuck...why not?.
Of course, I did my due diligence first and researched the college extensively.
The college, Chateau Johnson for Girls, was a by invitation only college for gifted girls. Located in southern California, the college was in the middle of nowhere and all the girls lived in dorms at the college. The teachers also lived on campus and besides teaching duties were expected to be dorm mothers. The more I read the more mixed were my feelings about this unique opportunity.
Reasons to take the job:
1. The idea of teaching only strong academic girls, young women, was really exciting, but all those hormones would also be exhausting.
2. I loved the idea of living in the fresh air of southern California, but wasn't so keen on living in the vast emptiness the college was located. The nearest town was forty minutes away.
3. The thought of being a dorm mother was also quite interesting; in public college I had over 200 students a year and truthfully only made real teacher-student relationships with a few. I spent so much time working with kids failing, skipping class and so forth, that making real connections with students was rare. Yet, at Chateau Johnson for Girls class size was capped at 18 (at my current college the cap was 28, but that was only a suggestion and 35 students in a room made for 30 maximum was very common).
4. I was thrilled I would be teaching the same girls all the classes I love: English, World History, Creative Writing, and Drama. I would finally get to teach creative writing. I had always wanted to but the Creative Writing teacher at every college I had ever worked at was already entrenched in the position (and trust me teaching staffs are like high college, full of cliques and hard to change).
5. Free housing was included as part of my salary thus saving me a ton of money on rent.
6. I would get six free round trip flights a year (with no restrictions to where I went).
7. I also had 20 percent preparation time (20 percent more than I had at my last college),
8. I would be in charge of the drama club, the graduation ceremony and would be the faculty advisor for the student council. I was excited by the additional duties as a dorm mother that would afford me the chance to interact with the students outside the classroom environment.
9. Also, I was in awe of the many famous alumni that this small college had. Politicians, lawyers, celebrities, doctors and every other high profile job was represented by the college's small, but seemingly elite, alumni.
10. Lastly, I was in awe with the dress code of the college. In every college I had ever worked at the dress code was just a suggestion. If I got a dollar for every time I saw a girl's thong or a boy's underwear I would be rich; if I got another dollar for every skirt that was too short, or cleavage too low I could feed a third world country. Yet, at the elite college there wasn't a complete college uniform but very clear rules the girls must follow:
-they must wear a blouse (only one button could be undone) or sweater
-they must wear one of three skirt choices (given to them by the college)
-they must wear pantyhose (also given by the college)
I was fascinated by the fact that pantyhose were mandatory (I had never seen that before; some colleges required tights if the skirt was too short or leggings, but that had seldom been enforced). If I saw a dozen girls in pantyhose in a whole year that would be a lot at my college, unlike the eighties when I was in high college and they were worn every day. I had been wearing pantyhose or thigh highs since college when my boyfriend of the time liked me in them. I have always loved the feel of silky nylon on my legs and felt they accentuate my strongest asset perfectly. I have small breasts, 34b and a decent ass, but my legs are easily my best asset. Conversely, I always noticed women in pantyhose and although I am straight, I often fantasize about being with a woman.
I am a published writer with a few plays published, a book of poetry, and a few articles on education. Yet, my most prolific writing was under the pseudonym Jasmine Walker. I love writing porn. I have written more than eighty stories on a website called Literotica, the majority of them rather popular.
My themes are almost always about submission, seduction, humiliation, and stockings. My genres are varied, but my most common are lesbian, incest, group sex and gay. This was my dirty little secret, I lived vicariously through my writing. My real life being a lot less riveting and exciting in comparison to my fictional world, thus this move was a chance to rekindle the adventurous part of me that had never really taken the risks my characters took.
I wanted to be like my characters, and every story always has pieces of the real me, yet I am much more conservative in real life (although I am not a complete innocent either), although like many of my characters I was just one temptation away from breaking free from the invisible chains society had put on me. Although no one who knows me knew this, it was the naughty side of me simmering just below the surface...bubbling like a volcano long dormant, but like all volcanoes they eventually erupt.
In the end, the offer was too good to refuse, both financially and professionally and after two Skype interviews I was officially offered the job. I accepted, but due to an already planned trip with a couple of girlfriends, I could not arrive till the day before college started, not ideal but the reality.
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