Hello, my name is Kathleen. I am a 70-year-old senior citizen who enjoys wearing soft and fuzzy black mohair cable knit over the knee socks after dark. As an oldie, I have thick white hair with short pixie styled hair that is slicked back. I wear huge breasts which are entirely visible due to my outfit of a black mohair turtleneck sweater dress with my socks pulled up to mid-thigh exposing my huge breasts.
I am currently sitting at a desk in a darkened room with only the moonlight shining through the window and dusty wooden floorboards creaking underfoot. The classroom I am in has an empty feel to it, as if everyone has left for the night. However, there are still some scattered papers on my teacher's desk, along with a clock showing midnight.
The monochrome palette of the room creates a nostalgic aesthetic, and I can see an old world map on the wall behind me. There is also a spider web in one corner of the room, as if it has been left untouched for years. A ghostly presence seems to linger here too, with an echo of chalk scraping against the blackboard and shadowy figures in the back row.
As a teacher, I used to enjoy coming into this classroom after dark, when the students had all gone home. It gave me a chance to reflect on my life and career while enjoying the peacefulness of the empty room. Although I am retired now, I still come here sometimes just to sit and think. The nostalgia of the old classroom brings back memories of my own school days, when I was young and full of energy like the students who used to fill this room.