ABSTRACT
Their teacher, Tony Nolan never entered a room. He arrived. Students never needed to scatter rose petals in his path. He always entered with the poise and purposeful march of a leader. Before he even got to his desk, students would be watching him. It wasn't just the erect manner in which he held his head, nor the imposing stance he took at the window, it was those alert eyes, taking in everything and flashing confidently from his calm and relaxed face. His hands were on his hips and ready for business.
