ABSTRACT
My teacher has a head like a steam pudding baked a bit too much! Her eyes sparkle at you and go right through you, her nose is little and flat like a knob with a pimple on it. When you address her she opens her eyelids and her eyes stare at you. Her eyes say wordlessly: ‘Quiet!’ sometimes, very rarely, she smiles. But the next second the smile is wiped away, it changes into an embarrassed leer. Her teeth are probably false, because they always hang out. She has a slim, steely body like that of a needle. Small, thin and sharp with an eagle’s needle eye. The dresses she wears are very long and frightfully clean. Miniskirts are an abomination to her!
