Educational Stories

My name is Leila. I'm a lesbian from Iran. I migrated to Britain a few years ago. I was a teacher in my country and the story that follows happened in the summer of 1986 when I was in my twenties. In order to make my story understandable for a foreign reader, I should explain the situation of those years. Shortly after the 1979 revolution, a theocratic dictatorship began which harshly oppressed the women in Iran. In 1980,...

Because some meats are very dry. For centuries people just drizzled water, or Coke, on their overcooked cutlet or Grandma’s Classic Thanksgiving Sawdust Turkey, and this really just made their plates a gloppy mess. Do you really want Coca-Colo leeching into your Brussels sprouts? You're welcome.Because for a long time, no one really wanted to moisten their meat with “pan drippings.” Pan drippings really have no place outs...

Michael Zorn was angry. Every time a new teacher took over the class, the kids were moved around and seated alphabetically. For the teacher’s convenience. It didn’t matter how the kids felt about it. No more sitting next to his only friend, Josh Carter. And he’d just broken Josh in. People always changed things for the dumbest reasons. Another thing wrong with this planet. With a grunt of annoyance, Michael collected his...