I woke up to the sound of my head of department on my voicemail .
On a crisp Saturday morning, after not seeing her and half my department members this whole week.
The students of Adair and Lancaster, a competing-sister school, went on retreat as they do every few weeks in a year to foster a good business relationship between the proprietors.
I had taken the free time to sift through my memories of the past week and decide how I got here and how to undo some things.
I got her message to come fill in for her for the remaining two days of the camp,she had an emergency to run to.
‘Hormonal students with hefty hedge funds shouldn't be left to their own devices’ she had said.
‘Oh , you should pack some swimwear.’
She added the afterthought after which the message beeped.
I groaned, the
