I'm a math teacher at an all-girls high school. I wanted to be a teacher so I could spend my whole life looking at girls in uniforms. In this economically difficult time, I happily clung to my job at this private girls' high school, where there was no possibility of job transfer. In my third year as a teacher, the girl sitting at the front of the class in my 1st-A class had the face and demeanor of my ideal child. And after about six months, she said she wanted to talk to me about something, and then, in the empty classroom, she confessed her feelings to me.
"Please only look at me,"
She said. There was only one answer. But that was the beginning of a tragedy…
