I had heard whispers. A piece of a conversation here, a muted "What?" and a round of high fives from a group of football players. A gaggle of gasps and giggles with the occasional "oh my god. You didn't!" from the group of girls that I walked passed in the hallway.
Something was going on in the school that all of the cool kids was keeping secret....and I really wanted to find out after I heard the few cheerleaders whisper in my room in class after looking over at me.
"I wish Mr. S would find it. Because you know... giggle"
I started by watching where kids were going. Places they normally wouldn't go. Cross reference their schedules. Nothing.
Monday morning. Last week of school. We had been told that many of the smaller buildings on campus were going to be renovated over the summer the week before and the chatter was a bit different. Still couldn’t figure anything out.
Right at the beginning of my prep hour I wandered down to the office to grab the normal pointless end of the year forms we had to deal with. When I returned to my room, I found a note on my desk folded neatly on top of my keyboard.
“Hey Mr. S. I really think you should check out those remote bathrooms in the art wing during your prep hour.”
Curious, I went to the art wing and found that kids were congregating by the dual bathrooms , clearly waiting around for nothing important. Playing the role of the hall monitor, I called out for the group to go to class.
Once everyone had left, I went into the restroom to look around. Everything looked normal until I got to the last stall, where I found the board against the wall...the wall that separated the two restrooms.
I moved the board, and there was a padded glory hole in the wall. "How in the heck had the custodians not seen this?" I ask as I looked down at it. “If who I think cleans this room does in fact do it, then I’m pretty sure he knows.”
Suddenly a bit of noise came from the other side of the wall, and a small painted nail on a finger poked through the hole and curled, inviting me to share something with her.
‘Who is this?,’ I think to myself? Is it a cheerleader who needed more than the football players could offer? Maybe a goth girl feeling an urge? The quiet smart Asian girl in the front of my room? The foreign exchange student?
I thought for a moment that I shouldn't...but I found my hands unzipping my khakis...
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