Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2011 09:02:22 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: College Teacher. Chapter One

This story is for persons aged eighteen or over. All comments, good or bad
are welcome and will be answered.


				CHAPTER ONE

   Quentin College was a place that I had taken a fancy to when I was
studying for my doctorate at University and was very pleased when I
received a letter asking me to attend an inter-view. I was one of twenty
there that day and I progressed into the next interview of ten and finally
for a third visit of just three of us for a position in such a prestigious
college.
   I was the last to be interviewed and I went into the Dean's office to
find two other people sitting there along with the Dean himself who had
been present at my two previous visits. He was sitting behind his large
desk and flanked by a man on his right and a woman on his left. I knew of
them through my studies and the newspapers but waited until I was formally
introduced to them before speaking.
   `Sit down Dr Smith,' Dean Ainsworth said, indicating the chair placed
before the desk. `I am pleased to see that you made it to the last three
and through your work, I'm sure you know Mrs Cynthia Carrington who is
attached to the Department of Education in the present government.' I
nodded in her direction and gave her a small smile. `And Sir Reginald
Hudson, who, though in opposition at the moment, is the Chairman of the
College Board of Governors.' I nodded in his direction and gave him the
same smile.
   `To recap for their benefit, you were born on the 14th May 1974 in
London, christened Colin Franklin Smith and are now twenty six years of age
with both parents now deceased. You won high honours at college and
obtained your doctorate at Oxford in the field of Political History on a
brilliant thesis showing the parallels between the English Civil War and
the American war of Independence. You have also written a book using these
lines which I myself have read and have ordered copies for the college
library.
   Now having seen you twice previously, I'll let my esteemed colleagues
put forward their questions as to why you think you are fit for the
position in this college. Mrs Carrington if you would be so kind as to lead
off.'
   He sat back with a smile on his face and listened to the questions that
were fired at me for over half an hour and to my answers. They were very
demanding and I gave the best answers that I could and felt mentally
drained when it was over and shook hands all round before I left, being
told that I would be notified within a week if I'd succeeded to the post or
not.
   I went back to London to my home in Chelsea. A house in Cheyne Walk left
to me by my parents two years ago. My father had been a cardiac consultant,
but his profession did nothing for him for he died of a heart attack at the
age of sixty one. Mother, with his loss, just seemed to pine away and so
followed him two years later but it was recorded as natural causes in her
case.
   That was two and a half years ago and so I went off to America to
further my education in my field and had only been back in England for
three months before applying for this post of Political History at Quentin
College. In the States, I had attended Yale University and by having the
other side of the story as it were about what led up to the War of
Independence prompted me to write my thesis.
   True to their word, I received a letter a week after my last interview
from Dean Ainsworth congratulating me on securing the post and could take
up residence whenever I wished for the incumbent had already retired. It
was two weeks into the summer holidays and another four weeks before the
new term year began and as I didn't have any ties, immediately packed all
that I would need and set off for the college.
   Before the taxi driver could even begin to grumble about helping me get
my two trunks down to his cab, I gave him a fiver and then had him drive me
to the station where I had to get a porter to get them to my platform. The
train I wanted was there and people were already boarding and I just had
enough time to get my ticket and see the trunks put into the guards van.
   It was another fiver for the cab driver at the town I wanted, to help me
with them from the platform to his vehicle and get me to the college which
was just off Gresham Street. It had been built by Sir James Quentin in
1585, well, started in that year but it wasn't finished till 1588 during
the reign of Queen Elizabeth the First. At the time, it was the centre
piece of the hamlet of Pax, taking its name from the river that flowed
through and was a boundary line of the hamlet. Over time, the hamlet,
because of the college, grew and became known as the town of Paxham.
   The river itself curved round the college and at the town end grew many
willow trees, the branches of which were much coveted later in the making
of cricket bats. This became one of the house names of the college, Willow
House, and its colour was yellow. Pax was another because of the river and
the colour was blue. Gresham, from the street name, was red and the last
was called Park from the playing fields at the rear and their colour was
green.
   The college itself had an imposing entrance. Arched, and still had a
portcullis, which I found was now defunct, and overall, a remarkable
Elizabethan style to all the buildings inside the college grounds. The
porters lodge was one side in the arch and the Bursar's office on the
other. Above, was the dean's office and living quarters as well as the
aforementioned people.
   The arch led into the quadrangle that had two houses each side with the
main hall and chapel directly opposite the entrance. Behind which were the
classrooms and gymnasium that then opened out to the playing fields with
woods at the far side that led to the river Pax.
   From literature I had read, knew that space was limited because of its
size and therefore only took in thirty two new pupils a year and they would
stay there for seven years. Each house had seven rooms which would only
accommodate eight beds and one large common room, so the total number of
students there was two hundred and twenty four ranging from eleven years of
age up to those of seventeen and eighteen. The house also had two other
rooms, though it is somewhat of a misnomer for one had been very large and
had since been split up into two bedrooms and a sitting room, and one
smaller room with a sitting room. These were for the teachers. The smaller
one was for the house master and the other, of which I was to be assigned,
was the shared sitting room and my own bedroom.
   Jenkins, the college head porter, welcomed me and told me to leave my
trunks where they had been deposited by the cab driver and said that he
would see that they were brought up to my room later. He took me through to
the quad and told me that I would be in Pax House to which he led me. The
ground floor held the common room as well as the accommodation for the
teachers, the upper floor being the students rooms. I found out that each
yearly intake stayed in the same room for their whole time there and that
the prefects, two, were selected from those students in their last year.
   Jenkins led me into Pax House and knocked at the door at the far end and
we heard a voice call out for us to enter. I went into what was the sitting
room and saw a young man get up from one of the double desks by the window.
   `You must be Doctor Smith,' he said as he came forward with his hand out
and a big smile on his face. `Thank Christ you're not another old fogie.' I
couldn't help but smile back as I shook his hand. `My name is Dorian Carson
though they all call me Kit. Okay Jenkins, I'll take over from here.'
   `I'll have your trunks brought up shortly sir,' Jenkins said to me
before he left the room.
   `As I said,' Kit began as he waved me to the small sofa that was in the
room, `Thank heavens for some young blood in the place. Professor Hughes,
your predecessor, was a sour old goat and I don't think I could have lasted
another year with someone of that ilk. What are you, twenty seven, twenty
eight?'
   `Twenty six and my name is Colin,' I replied.
   `Well Colin, welcome to Quentin College. I'm twenty seven myself and it
was my father who insisted that I be christened Dorian but my mother always
called me Kit and so the name stuck. I think she rather liked western
films,' he finished with a laugh. I dutifully laughed along with him. `This
then is Pax House. Blue is the colour...'
   `And football is the game,' I finished off for him. Coming from Chelsea,
there was only that team I could support though I must admit, I wasn't that
keen on football.
   `I like the look of you,' he said, looking directly at me, `and I think
that we are going to get along fine.' I thought so too for he was full of
life and seemed to be just...so bubbly. I didn't know then at just how well
we were going to get along.
   `Okay. That's your bedroom over there,' he said, indicating the door to
the left of the sitting room door. `There's a desk each under the window
here. Toilet and shower room down the hall though you can piss out of the
window if you want.' I laughed and knew that we were going to get along
fine for he spoke my kind of language.
   `Now I know you'll be teaching Political History and old Professor
Hughes has left a load of notes as to where he was with each year. Bloody
boring he was. I hope you can breathe some life into the subject. I myself
teach Biology to the latter years intakes as well as part time Physical
Education. I've seen your teaching schedule and see that you have Wednesday
and Thursday morning and Friday afternoon off from classes.'
   This was news to me for I hadn't seen this as yet and was glad about the
Friday afternoon for that is the worst time to be trying to teach anyone
with the weekend looming up. At this point came a knock at the door and it
was my trunks being delivered and so I saw to them being put into my room
for me to sort out later. Kit lounged in the doorway as my trunks were put
where I indicated.
   `You have to make your own bed by the way as well as keep the room
clean. We only get a cleaner once a week to do the rooms and get a change
of bed linen. Supper is at six thirty,' he said looking at his
watch. `Lights out for the students at nine forty five. Breakfast is at
seven forty five, though when the schools full, we have to be in the hall
at seven thirty for morning prayers beforehand.' He looked at his watch
again. `We've got fifteen minutes before supper, would you like a drink?
I've only got a few beers in and some gin and tonics. All you can get in
our common room is sherry and not a very good one at that,' he said.
   `A gin and tonic would be fine,' I said and so we went back into the
sitting room where he mixed us both a drink. We only spoke of my
predecessor before it was time to go over to the big hall for supper. Here,
there were four long tables running the length of the hall with a raised
one crosswise at the end. This is where we went to and there was only one
other teacher sitting there to whom I was introduced before we sat down.
   `I thought the college would be empty of students,' I said in a whisper
to him though why I whispered, I don't know as I nodded towards six of them
sitting together at one of the tables.
   `Well I know why for two of them. Their parents are abroad and they'd
rather stay here for the summer holiday than go off to an empty home. In
fact, they are helping me on a project I'm doing at the moment. Oh, do you
drink wine? Red or white?' he broke off to ask me as a waiter came up to
us.
   `I'd prefer red if that's what you're drinking,' I replied. So he
ordered a bottle of red and this arrived a few minutes later along with our
first course. `What's this project then?'
   `Have you been in the cubs or scouts?'
   `Yes.'
   `Did you like camping out and seeing about how to survive on your own
cooking over a wood fire?'
   `Yes, and I collected quite a few badges in my time.'
   `Well last year I had five boys out each weekend, weather permitting, to
teach them field craft. That's all I'm allowed to take with me. If you
joined me, we could teach ten. It's great fun and will be even better this
year. That's why I've stayed on over the holidays to improve things for
them. Can I show you tomorrow?' He was so bubbly with enthusiasm that I
couldn't help but agree to see his project.
   After dinner, we went back to our rooms where I unpacked and finished
off the evening by reading through the notes left by Professor Hughes.