First Day Back................
Amanda walked into Danny's class as the bell rang. She wore a pair of low hip hugging jeans with a tight grey 'Playboy' shirt with a pair of black boots and her leather jacket. She knew she was going to have to face Harry today and she wanted to be prepared to make him drool weither he rejected her or accepted her. Her long brown hair was swooped up into a high 'barbie' ponytail. She took a seat casually and sat back as Danny walked to the front of class.
"Welcome back, I'm sure you're all thrilled to be here,"said Danny,"Hope you all had a good holiday." At that point Amanda lost all interest in the class, she stared out the window thinking about what would happen when she walked into Harry's class, she didn't even know if she should go. 'I should just walk in there strut my stuff and harsh ignore him, let him move the first move' thought Amanda. She sat back and let scenes play out in her head preparing herself to say anything to him.
"AJ, AJ you there?" Amanda was broken out of her thoughts by Danny standing at her desk.
"Yeah?"asked Amanda having no idea what was going on. The class and Danny were staring at her.
"Nice you could join us back in reality. We were wondering if you give us your view on degrading women, since you seem to be sporting the Playboy symbol what are your views?"asked Danny. Amanda sat there confused a bit as Danny stared at her.
"How so?"asked Amanda.
"Well the new book we're going to read deals with degrading and discriminating against women,"said Danny,"What are your views on using women as sex symbols like some might say Playboy does?"
"If you don't like it, don't look,"said Amanda simply,"I dress sexy and enjoy it. The only people who have a problem with it are fat dykey chicks. They're people with low self esteem."
"How?"asked Danny.
"Well they get their asses up in the air about girls being called bitches and sluts. It's like hell someone calls me a slut, I ignore it cause I don't care,"said Amanda,"I know who I am and my friends know so what does it matter if I sleep with a guy and the next day the school thinks I'm the neighbourhood doorknob?"
"Doorknob?"asked Danny.
"Everyone gets a turn,"said Amanda.
"Thinking like that is double standard,"said a girl from the back of the class.
"It's a double standard becuase you want it to be, you ever been called a slut? No probably not because who's gonna sleep with your ass? No one, if I sleep around and play guys I'm gonna stand and be proud of it, I'm not the bonehead getten played,"said Amanda turning in her seat. A few of the other girls gave 'yeahs' to Amanda's comment.
"So if your reputation at this school was you were a slut you wouldn't care?"asked Danny.
"No, cause I know I'm not,"said Amanda looking back at him.
"But to some the way you dress says you're one,"said the girl at the back.
"So, I'm young and I have a nice body, some day after I have kids and such I won't be able to dress like this,"said Amanda.
"Well this is going to be an interesting book. We'll be having more discussions like this, maybe some debates over what is degrading and what is enpowering,"said Danny.
"It's only degrading if you believe it,"said Amanda,"Don't let it effect you and it's just you being you."
"Exactly, if a girl is comfortable with that wonder bra she's wearing and her V-neck getting her a high place in life then all the power to her,"said a girl, Chelsea who sat a few seats down from Amanda,"It's not our fault guys are a sucker for a killer body."
"Bingo,"said Amanda laughing.
"So it's a guy problem?"asked Danny.
"Well it's not secret with some male teachers all you have to do is strut into class show a little skin and give the school girl act and you've got that better grade,"said Chelsea.
"And you don't find that degrading that you'll be getting that better grade based on your looks more than your brains?"asked Danny.
"Hey if your smart enough to pull it off then you know you got the brains,"said Amanda,"As I said it's all about the way you think about yourself, don't let others bring you down."
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Amanda walked into Harry's class before the bell had rung. She had her binder in one hand and her jacket in the other. Quietly she walked past Harry's desk then swayed down the aisle to her seat next to Marty.
"Damn girl, you better not be announcing your a lesbian today. I don't think the male population could take it,"said Marty.
"I know,"said Amanda smirking.
"So you talk to Senate since New Years?"asked Marty sliding over in his seat so he could whisper in her ear.
"No,"said Amanda softly.
"You gonna?"asked Marty.
"Nope, I"m playing neutral until he comes to me,"said Amanda quietly. Marty nodded as the bell rang and he sat back in his seat. Karen and Miranda rushed into the class and took a seat before Harry could get mad them for being late. Amanda looked back at them and smiled, Miranda looked kinda confused but Karen just winked at her before she twirled around.
"Okay well I'm sure none of you even looked at the homework I gave you for the holdays,"said Harry.
"Of course not Mr.Seante, you think we're crazy,"said Miranda.
"Too busy partying,"said Karen.
"I'm sure,"muttered Harry,"Well can we all turn to it atleast?" Amanda opened her binder and flipped to the last page Harry had given out.
Harry went over the homework with the class getting volunetary answers from the class. He kept wanting to ask Amanda for answers but she was so in depth with drawing on Marty's hard with her pen he couldn't tell if she was still with the class or in a dream world.
"Marty, how do you think silence affects our social standing?"asked Harry looking at the sheet he had given them, it was about how actions and emotions determined their place in society. Marty looked up he hadn't been paying attention either.
"It hurts a person's social life,"said Amanda still drawing,"It makes people think your a snob, which is knida ironic because shy quiet people usually are never snobs but when you're with a group of people and one person isn't speaking you automatically assume it's because they feel their better than you."
"Good,"said Harry.
"It can also make you look like an idiot,"said Amanda suddenly as she looked up at him,"Being silent can also make others think you're a dumbass or you're afraid, it's like when you have something to say but you keep your mouth shut. Whatever you have to say could change things, but you'll never know because you just stay silent."
"That as well is true,"said Harry,"I guess what we can get is stand up and be heard." Harry went on throughout the class asking questions, once he was done he handed out another sheet nobody touched as they continued talking and doing their own thing. Giving up Harry sat back at his desk, he quickly stole glances at her, he knew exactly what she was doing, she had walked into his class with that auroa over her, the one that screamed at everyone 'none of you can touch me, look at me and thank God you even have the chance to look at me'. He could tell most of the guys in the class had sat up and taken notice to her when she walked in, he couldn't deny he didn't either.
"Mr.Senate," Harry looked up to see Amanda standing in front of his desk.
"I'm going to the bathroom,"said Amanda informatively. Harry nodded and watched as she walked out of the class without a second look, he had always noticed that with her, she walked out and never gave a second look to anything like somewhere inside of her she always sure or had a justification that whatever she was doing or walking away from was the thing to do.
Amanda walked into Danny's class as the bell rang. She wore a pair of low hip hugging jeans with a tight grey 'Playboy' shirt with a pair of black boots and her leather jacket. She knew she was going to have to face Harry today and she wanted to be prepared to make him drool weither he rejected her or accepted her. Her long brown hair was swooped up into a high 'barbie' ponytail. She took a seat casually and sat back as Danny walked to the front of class.
"Welcome back, I'm sure you're all thrilled to be here,"said Danny,"Hope you all had a good holiday." At that point Amanda lost all interest in the class, she stared out the window thinking about what would happen when she walked into Harry's class, she didn't even know if she should go. 'I should just walk in there strut my stuff and harsh ignore him, let him move the first move' thought Amanda. She sat back and let scenes play out in her head preparing herself to say anything to him.
"AJ, AJ you there?" Amanda was broken out of her thoughts by Danny standing at her desk.
"Yeah?"asked Amanda having no idea what was going on. The class and Danny were staring at her.
"Nice you could join us back in reality. We were wondering if you give us your view on degrading women, since you seem to be sporting the Playboy symbol what are your views?"asked Danny. Amanda sat there confused a bit as Danny stared at her.
"How so?"asked Amanda.
"Well the new book we're going to read deals with degrading and discriminating against women,"said Danny,"What are your views on using women as sex symbols like some might say Playboy does?"
"If you don't like it, don't look,"said Amanda simply,"I dress sexy and enjoy it. The only people who have a problem with it are fat dykey chicks. They're people with low self esteem."
"How?"asked Danny.
"Well they get their asses up in the air about girls being called bitches and sluts. It's like hell someone calls me a slut, I ignore it cause I don't care,"said Amanda,"I know who I am and my friends know so what does it matter if I sleep with a guy and the next day the school thinks I'm the neighbourhood doorknob?"
"Doorknob?"asked Danny.
"Everyone gets a turn,"said Amanda.
"Thinking like that is double standard,"said a girl from the back of the class.
"It's a double standard becuase you want it to be, you ever been called a slut? No probably not because who's gonna sleep with your ass? No one, if I sleep around and play guys I'm gonna stand and be proud of it, I'm not the bonehead getten played,"said Amanda turning in her seat. A few of the other girls gave 'yeahs' to Amanda's comment.
"So if your reputation at this school was you were a slut you wouldn't care?"asked Danny.
"No, cause I know I'm not,"said Amanda looking back at him.
"But to some the way you dress says you're one,"said the girl at the back.
"So, I'm young and I have a nice body, some day after I have kids and such I won't be able to dress like this,"said Amanda.
"Well this is going to be an interesting book. We'll be having more discussions like this, maybe some debates over what is degrading and what is enpowering,"said Danny.
"It's only degrading if you believe it,"said Amanda,"Don't let it effect you and it's just you being you."
"Exactly, if a girl is comfortable with that wonder bra she's wearing and her V-neck getting her a high place in life then all the power to her,"said a girl, Chelsea who sat a few seats down from Amanda,"It's not our fault guys are a sucker for a killer body."
"Bingo,"said Amanda laughing.
"So it's a guy problem?"asked Danny.
"Well it's not secret with some male teachers all you have to do is strut into class show a little skin and give the school girl act and you've got that better grade,"said Chelsea.
"And you don't find that degrading that you'll be getting that better grade based on your looks more than your brains?"asked Danny.
"Hey if your smart enough to pull it off then you know you got the brains,"said Amanda,"As I said it's all about the way you think about yourself, don't let others bring you down."
******
Amanda walked into Harry's class before the bell had rung. She had her binder in one hand and her jacket in the other. Quietly she walked past Harry's desk then swayed down the aisle to her seat next to Marty.
"Damn girl, you better not be announcing your a lesbian today. I don't think the male population could take it,"said Marty.
"I know,"said Amanda smirking.
"So you talk to Senate since New Years?"asked Marty sliding over in his seat so he could whisper in her ear.
"No,"said Amanda softly.
"You gonna?"asked Marty.
"Nope, I"m playing neutral until he comes to me,"said Amanda quietly. Marty nodded as the bell rang and he sat back in his seat. Karen and Miranda rushed into the class and took a seat before Harry could get mad them for being late. Amanda looked back at them and smiled, Miranda looked kinda confused but Karen just winked at her before she twirled around.
"Okay well I'm sure none of you even looked at the homework I gave you for the holdays,"said Harry.
"Of course not Mr.Seante, you think we're crazy,"said Miranda.
"Too busy partying,"said Karen.
"I'm sure,"muttered Harry,"Well can we all turn to it atleast?" Amanda opened her binder and flipped to the last page Harry had given out.
Harry went over the homework with the class getting volunetary answers from the class. He kept wanting to ask Amanda for answers but she was so in depth with drawing on Marty's hard with her pen he couldn't tell if she was still with the class or in a dream world.
"Marty, how do you think silence affects our social standing?"asked Harry looking at the sheet he had given them, it was about how actions and emotions determined their place in society. Marty looked up he hadn't been paying attention either.
"It hurts a person's social life,"said Amanda still drawing,"It makes people think your a snob, which is knida ironic because shy quiet people usually are never snobs but when you're with a group of people and one person isn't speaking you automatically assume it's because they feel their better than you."
"Good,"said Harry.
"It can also make you look like an idiot,"said Amanda suddenly as she looked up at him,"Being silent can also make others think you're a dumbass or you're afraid, it's like when you have something to say but you keep your mouth shut. Whatever you have to say could change things, but you'll never know because you just stay silent."
"That as well is true,"said Harry,"I guess what we can get is stand up and be heard." Harry went on throughout the class asking questions, once he was done he handed out another sheet nobody touched as they continued talking and doing their own thing. Giving up Harry sat back at his desk, he quickly stole glances at her, he knew exactly what she was doing, she had walked into his class with that auroa over her, the one that screamed at everyone 'none of you can touch me, look at me and thank God you even have the chance to look at me'. He could tell most of the guys in the class had sat up and taken notice to her when she walked in, he couldn't deny he didn't either.
"Mr.Senate," Harry looked up to see Amanda standing in front of his desk.
"I'm going to the bathroom,"said Amanda informatively. Harry nodded and watched as she walked out of the class without a second look, he had always noticed that with her, she walked out and never gave a second look to anything like somewhere inside of her she always sure or had a justification that whatever she was doing or walking away from was the thing to do.