The Story Of Him And Her "The years have gone by so fast. One day, I'm 16 and happy, with my first teen love, and it seems like the next I'm 26, out of college, teaching highschool Spanish. The students come and go and the faces are all the same- tired, alone, pale, almost gray. And I've tried to make class more fun. But I not the charismatic sixteen who could make a widow at a funeral happy." Mr. Brady thought. "Well, I don't think it's you. You're peppy, cheerful, nice, just downright lovely to be around." he smiled. "but the problem is today's generation of kids. They're rebellious, they've got nothing to believe in, nothing to help support them." I sighed. "I know. Half the clubs have been shut down because there's not enough demand." "yeah," he replied with a huff. "Drama club's next. Meaning no musicals. And God, that was such a big part of my #life going here." "Me too," I agreed. I tilted my head. "How old are you?" "28" "Okay, you graduated two years ahead of me then." He nodded. "I kind of wish someone would do something about the arts programs." a hopeful gleam flashed in his dark brown eyes and he ran a hand through his hair. He stood up. "Well, my lunch break is over. It was a pleasure talking to you." he held out a hand. "Tom." I took it. "Cecelia." He smiled and walked out of the room, leaving my hand warm and tingling from his touch.