The Nice Girl

It was the fall of 1987. I was taking my second Political Science class at Sierra Community College with my favorite teacher — Larry Wight.
There was a good girl in the class who liked me. She was blonde. She was cute. But she wasn’t slutty. She was just a good girl. A genuine girl. And she sat up front.
I sat in the back as was my habit. I was sarcastic and provocative. I asked questions in class that I thought demonstrated my great learning.
“I never understand what you are talking about,” said a friend in the class.
Anyway, this good girl was sitting up front before class. She had her head resting on her books. And I came up behind her and I deliberately startled her.
She started crying and through her tears, she reached for me. I held her. We started talking. She said she was transferring to U.C. Davis. She wanted me to come too.
I let her go. I wonder what happened to her? I don’t even remember her name. I just remember startling her. I remember my deliberate cruelty. And I remember her tears and her reaching for me for comfort.

About Luke Ford

I've written five books (see My work has been covered in the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and on 60 Minutes. I teach Alexander Technique in Beverly Hills (
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