Obsessed with Submission

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Headmistress Powell had called Ophelia into her office, Friday evening after dinner. They sit in silence, only broken by the sound of the keyboard clicks as the headmistress types an email. Her bifocals sit on the very tip of her nose threatening to slip right off. Ophelia watches contemplating when they will fall.

“Ms. North, how was your first week?” She continues typing without looking up from the computer screen.

She chances making a face just to see if Headmistress Powell is paying attention. She doesn’t react. “I think it went great. I learned a lot from Dr. Davis.”

Headmistress Powell grimaces, “That is one person you shouldn’t be learning from.” She finally pushes up her glasses to peek over the screen at Ophelia. “Next week you’ll be with Judy in Biology and Alan in A&P. They’re a better influence.”

“Alright?” Her hands feel clammy in her lap. “Is that all?”

A chime sounds and the headmistress scowls at the screen again. “One more thing, tomorrow morning you’ll be going into town with the students.” She grabs a manila folder off the wooden desk and hands it to Ophelia. “This is the itinerary, make sure you follow it precisely.”

Inside the folder is a brief overview of Saturday with time stamps and locations. “Who else is going?”

“It should be you, Ms. Hotch, Dr. Porter and her husband, and Ms. Carter.” She finally looks up and smiles at Ophelia. It doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Usually 4 teachers go, but since this is your first time Ms. Carter volunteered to go and help out.”

“She did?” Surprise colors her tone.

“Yes, now go. The buses leave early since it takes an hour to get to Portland.” At the woman’s rushing, Ophelia leaves the overly stuffy office.

Early Saturday morning, Ophelia is dressed in jeans with a Vanderbilt t-shirt on. She had almost worn shorts to combat the early September heat but remembered that she worked at a school so dressing respectably was the norm now. She has her small backpack that doubles as a purse. It’s filled with all the necessary items like feminine products, pain medication, a phone charger, a first-aid kit, a flashlight/taser combo, and bear spray, all the things a young woman should carry on her.

Jonathan, Judy’s son, stands next to her. They watch as Judy runs back and forth between both of the buses. They’re white and in stark green lettering read 'Highland Academy' on the sides. “Is your mom usually like this on these days?”

The sophomore doesn’t glance away from his Nintendo Switch. “Yup.”

“Should I help her?” Judy races around with papers, crossing off her checklist. Dr. Porter and Mr. Flesh arrive with smiles, waving across at Ophelia. She waves back, noticing their way of dress. The couple wears jeans and matching Highland Academy shirts. Judy wears a similar one.