at it

Sometimes I wonder if any of the parents will find this blog. They gossip incessantly about each other, scheme to get each other into bed, conduct intrigues with the teachers, get drunk at the director’s house with her family if given the chance, and generally behave like, like hobos on acid. They are always ‘at it’. It’s almost formulaic – the director rushing in from her other school across town, about to lose another pair of Chanel sunglasses, to tell me that they are “at it” and I ask her to clarify and to lower her voice so that the teachers don’t come stampeding to hear whatever it is like water buffaloes.


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