I remember three teachers from high school: Mr Carson, who had a long ponytail, loved metal, and preferred to consider himself a cool friend over an authority figure; Ms Brooke, who was probably younger than I realised at the time (she married and became pregnant during my high school years, so perhaps 23 – 27?), and whose top I couldn’t help but look down whenever she bent forward; and Mr Duck, who taught chemistry and would become so angry with his students that he would face the blackboard and bang his head against it, railing against our laziness and inability to understand.

-8 April 2015

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