Homecoming Day by Holly Jacobs Page A

on the students you can help.”
    Laura rose to her feet with more ease than she had in months. Her anger-induced adrenaline fueled her mobility. “I am not that young or that idealistic. Any idealism I once had died six months ago with my fiancé. And even now, at my most jaded, I would never write off a student. It’s lazy, Debbie. If that’s truly how you feel about teaching, maybe you should consider retiring before you do any further damage to the students.”
    Debbie stood as well and looked as if she was winding up for a response, but Laura didn’t wait to hear it. She was too angry. Too…
    She stormed out of the room.
    Her adrenaline, though, could only take her so far. Still, she made her way to the teacher’s lounge and found a dark-haired stranger pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Bad day?” she asked.
    â€œNo,” Laura snapped and realized this poor strangerhad nothing to do with Debbie Lutz’s lack of professionalism. “Sorry. It’s actually been a productive day. Fine, even. The last few minutes, not so much.”
    Laura sank into a vacant chair and forced herself to take a deep breath and calm down.
    The woman nodded and joined Laura at her table. “Trouble with a student?”
    â€œSort of. It led to talking to a particular teacher whose attitude was far more troubling.” She extended a hand. “I’m Laura Watson.”
    â€œEli Keller.”
    â€œEli?” The name niggled at her. “Possibly related to Lieutenant Seth Keller? He mentioned an Eli.”
    â€œHe’s my brother-in-law. You know him? He mentioned me?”
    Laura felt it was probably better for Seth if she didn’t repeat his comment comparing his pregnant sister-in-law Eli to the equivalent of a house.
    â€œHe’d mentioned you’d had a baby.” Laura patted her own huge stomach. There, that was diplomatic. “But he didn’t say anything about you taking a job here.”
    â€œI’m not. I run the teen parenting program in Whedon. I’m here for a meeting with the other directors. They’re in the next room talking. I’m supposed to be on a bathroom break, but stopped in for this.” And she waved her cup. “I’m surprised that Seth even mentioned me at all.” She shook her head as if realizing she was talking out of turn and changed the subject. “So, what teacher had you so annoyed?”
    The fact that Eli didn’t work here made Laura feel more comfortable asking advice from her. “I have a student, a freshman. She’s been in nonstop trouble sinceSeptember. I went to ask her English teacher about her and…” Remembering the conversation made Laura’s blood boil. “She told me the girl’s a lost cause and I should let it go. Well, I won’t.”
    Eli frowned. “I work with pregnant girls and teen moms. Their parents, teachers and classmates think of them as lost causes. I won’t. I’m there to help them stay in school, find whatever resources they need to make that happen. After they graduate, I try to encourage them to continue their education at colleges, or tech schools. That’s our job. To teach. To prod. To do whatever it takes so our kids succeed. Never mind this teacher. Be there for your student. Be ready to lend an ear, a hug, or to kick butt if need be.”
    â€œI’m an art teacher.”
    â€œAnd once upon a time, I’d have been called a Home Ec teacher. Now I’m a Consumer and Family Science teacher. Doesn’t matter what label they use. It’s the teacher part that matters. No, I take that back. It’s the heart part that matters. You care for this girl. That matters. If anything is going to reach her, that will.”
    Laura agreed. She liked this woman, Seth’s sister-in-law. “I’ve been wondering about her reading.” She felt more confident now that she’d said the words aloud.