Twenty-One Wilted Roses

Cooking.

Food is great, you know.

Once you know how to chop, mince, peel, whip, crack an egg, roast a lamb, clean a turkey, zest a lemon, and all those good things, of course.

But yet, teaching a rowdy bunch of high schoolers who could care less how to do this isn't fun.

At all.

Actully, its dreadful.

Since I was a little girl, I was always sporty. I loved running, catching, jumping, swiming, throwing, hiking, climbing, falling, and anything and everything that could posibly get me moving.

I also loved teaching.

When I came to this school, there was only one job avalible.

Home Economics.

Ew.

But I knew that maybe one day they'd let me be a gym teacher.

I was fit, lean, and had a nasty temper when I wanted it.

So why couldn't I teach gym?

Can anyone tell me?

Only lesbians do that.

Yep, thats what the principal told me.

Only lesbians teach gym.

We have two gym teachers, and they're both male.

Why?

We don't want any lesbians.

I have a husband and two kids.

But if I teach gym, I'd be a lesbian.

Women who like sports are too butch, they say.

I'd never do anything with a women though.

I don't even have a probably with lesbians.

My sister is a lesbian.

Wait.

Now that I think about it.

She teaches gym.

I don't think i've ever really met a straight, female gym teacher.

Maybe they're right.

Maybe only lesbains do teach gym.

I'll just stick to home economics.

I don't want people to think I'm a lesbian.

I don't want to turn into one either.

I love my husband and kids and nothing else.

And its going to stay that way.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.