lly freshmen, she despised freshmen. "Move it," she would croak as she pushed the 'little kids' out of her way. Then she would waltz right into class, take her seat at the podium, move her large spectacles from atop her thick, jet black hair and place them on her pointed nose, as she would croak once more "today's lecture is on..." and not take a breath until lunch. This went on for about a month after school started until she began to ease up a bit, she would start class about five minutes after the bell had sounded. As she began to ease up, I began to visit her after class and tell her what I had enjoyed about the lesson that day, which normally wasn't much, but humor her I did. Every day I would talk to her after clas
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