Marty reads evaluations from his students. Like every year, most of them only have three letters: TMI.
His American history students write about the course and the resources. The students from History of Lilac Valley don't want to hear any more about his friends. Every year the curriculum grows as more happens.
"Maybe you should stick to the facts," Autumn suggests. "Some of those stories are personal. We're private people."
"Carter is the mayor," Marty points out. "Amber is Secretary Wilkinson's assistant. What do your evaluations say?"
"Mrs. Rosen is the sweetest, most passionate teacher ever," she reads.
"That sounds like something I would say," Marty says.
"I make literature come to life," Autumn explains. "In an appropriate way. I don't tell the students details about my personal life. Maybe I'll let them know about a new restaurant or shop to try, but it's none of their business."
"Some of the kids like it," Marty says. "Look at this one. Mr. Rosen is super enthusiastic. His life is like a TV show. A third of the class enjoys it. A third thinks it too much. And the last third might be asleep for all I know." Autumn laughs. She puts her head on his shoulder.
"I wonder what your class will look like in ten years," she says.
"I'm hoping Carter will be president by then," Marty tells her. She laughs.
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Lilac Valley
FantasíaA magical town outside of New York City filled with witches, warlocks, vampires, werewolves, mermaids, mermen, and fairies. In 1995, some human foreign exchange students came to town. One left suddenly. In 2006, she returns with a ten-year-old son. ...
