D1: The Teacher that Impacted Me

Has a teacher ever impacted me?  Yes.  But this is a subject that I find very hard to talk about.  I suppose I will tell my story though.  It was about a year ago, about a month after I got my first detention.  It was given to me by Mrs. Hilburger for arguing with her about whether or not I could get a calculator for a math quiz.  My locker was RIGHT DOWN THE HALL, but I digress.  This story takes place after the fact, at my next encounter with Mrs. H…

I walked into geometry class, anxious to learn about shapes, smiling like a person who smiles really big.  That’s when I saw her: Mrs. H, the substitute teacher who is also my arch nemesis.  Her thin lips curved into a malevolent smile on her wrinkled face as she saw me.  She held up her gnarled hand with its yellowish white claws, and scratched them along the chalkboard, cringing with delight as she did so.  Oh wait, never mind, that was just her talking. 

                “Well, well, well,” crooned Mrs. H, “If it isn’t Ben Hoy, my little crow.”  I winced as she spoke and covered my ears.  Did she eat nails for breakfast?  Probably, and without milk.

                “Mrs. H, I’m just here to learn geometry,” I said.  Mrs. H cawed, and lightning flashed as it darkened and started to pour outside.  The door shut behind me.  I looked behind me, startled, and as I looked back, Mrs. H lunged at me, spewing out a sound like a cross between a vampire ostrich and a Hummer screeching to a halt in front of a baby fox, but making sure to half crush the baby animal so it would die a slow, painful death.  Her fist rammed into my stomach, and I went flying into the wall at high speed.  On impact, the wind was knocked out of me.  She screeched again like a group of vultures fighting over the remnants of a dead kitten.  I pulled out a wooden stake and ran her through.  She burst into a cloud of ash.  It was over, which was good, because I had forgotten to bring my calculator.