This was a class that I had to pass to receive my degree in Journalism.Anyway, I was used to writing just the facts but this class required you to wri...te with feelings. My instructor didn’t think my stories displayed feelings for the characters, so she gave me failing grades on my stories. Since I needed to pass the course, I met in her office after class one day.“I really need to pass this course!” I told Miss Smith.“I realize that, but I am only giving you the grade you deserve.” Miss. When he entered the small bathroom, Bill immediately saw next to the wash basin a note scrawled on the brown hand paper which read “Behind the church”. Bill wasn’t sure if it was meant for him or even if it had been written a few days ago, but he tore it up and threw it in the wastepaper basket. The church parking lot was where he had parked his car and it was only a few minutes from the bar. He figured he had nothing to lose and walked over to the church closing his jacket against the wind.. It was supposed to be fun. She hoped that Rob would dance with her, and maybe they could neck or maybe a little more than that. She wasn't ready for sex, but she could feel her body yearning for touches and kisses and Rob was so cute...Things had gone very wrong.More people came than were invited, and some people got very drunk and were sick and broke things. And some of the boys got more than a little grabby, and there were two fights. And Rob turned out to be interested in Wanda, and didn't. It's your choice. I need your help on this, and these kids do, too." What can I say?" Raymond said. "I just hope I can do it." There's one other thing," James added. "The School District will pay you a fee for your work. It'll be a hundred and ten dollars a week right through exams. It'll be a nice amount to have in the bank when you go to college in the Fall." You didn't tell me that!" Shirley exclaimed."I guess I forgot until just now," James answered.James had to ask around to find out what.