When I passed Mr Jensons room on Wednesday after school,he was packing up his desk. I stood there for a moment trying to decide if I wanted to go in and ask what he was doing. I was not close to Mr Jenson on anyone's term but what if it was important?
I decided to ask, since I was who I was and of course I am a very curious person. As usual.
"Mr Jenson" I asked,stepping into ghe classroom. He and Summer had broken up, so I was not sure if he was going to be very comfortable with me.
He looked up. "Ms Helen, do you need something?"
I shook my head before talking
"I was just wondering what is going on" i said gesturing towards the half filled boxes.
"I quit" he said moving the content from one of his desk drawers into the box at his feet.
"You quit?" I repeated. Like his job as a teac
