It was the fall of 1987. I was taking my second Political Science class at Sierra Community College with my favorite teacher \u2014 Larry Wight.
\nThere was a good girl in the class who liked me. She was blonde. She was cute. But she wasn\u2019t slutty. She was just a good girl. A genuine girl. And she sat up front.
\nI 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.
\n\u201cI never understand what you are talking about,\u201d said a friend in the class.
\nAnyway, 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.
\nShe 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.
\nI let her go. I wonder what happened to her? I don\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was the fall of 1987. I was taking my second Political Science class at Sierra Community College with my favorite teacher \u2014 Larry Wight. There was a good girl in the class who liked me. She was blonde. She … Continue reading