You know how I said I would write about my teachers, give ’em a nice analysis? Well, I’m doing that now.
Behold my english teacher: Mrs. Plummins
I didn’t actually meet Mrs. Plummins until this year, although I knew who she was all last year. She is the moderator for the freshmen class, and back then I found her to be quite unapproachable. Everything about her is stick straight. The hair, the legs, the nose, even the eyelashes. They are so long…and I don’t know feathery? I always find myself staring at her eyelashes rather than her eyes. She just has really exquisite eyelashes. She’s very feminine. In her voice, and especially in her attire. At last 4 out of the 5 days of the week she’s in a skirt or a dress of some sort; she truly is the only teacher who has the will power to endure heels the entire day. A+ for anyone who survives heels for a half day, let alone an entire school day. I really like the way she dresses. I know she is an adult woman, allowed to wear a dress, but I feel like most women nowadays choose not to. I doubt I would have the guts to wear a dress every day.
There are two bothersome aspects of her: she wears sunglasses everywhere she goes, whether it’s sunny or dark. Why? Why especially when it’s dark? No one else wears sunglasses between classes. She adorns the big movie star type glasses. The super big ones…I find it confusing. I don’t understand the statement she is trying to make, if there is a statement at all. Plus, the english classes are all really close together. Does one need to wear sunglasses when the walk from classroom to classroom is literally 10 steps? Maybe she has wrinkle paranoia, although she seems a bit young for that.
Speaking of age, she’s only 25. It’s not bad to be 25. It just a little odd to think that you’re english teacher went to your same high school and is only 10 years older than you. Maybe I’m overreacting, I find I do that a lot. It still odd to think about. 25 and married. BANG! Right? Married and 25? That seems way too young. Who gets married at 25?
I guess she’s a little too straight, if you know what I mean.
Anyways, she is actually an alum of SF, and it appears that as an alum she is allowed to enforce school policies as frequently as she wants. She’s a bit of a stickler for skirt lengths and phones and such. The usual causes of detention. * sigh* All the time in class if any noise sounds peculiar, she automatically assumes it’s a phone. Even if it’s someone’s radioactive pencil sharpener, she’ll assume it’s a phone. She also checked our skirts on Thursday, after the dean announced that skirt length will be more serious issue. I recognize that she was trying to help, but she literally stopped our lesson and made us all stand up to check our skirt lengths. I bet she was a rebel during her high school years…the whole package: short skirt, hidden cartilage piercings, black nail polsih, and now she has ot redeem her defiance by enforcing the rules with extreme precision. She’s too well put together to have always been like that.
Overall, I think she is a decent person. She often talks about things other than books and poems with our class. She can easily come off as an unapproachable and uptight woman with a pointy nose and matching pencils of the same pointedness though, which can be a little disturbing. But, like I said, someone who wants the best for her students, and it’s silly to ask for more than that.
She’ll do. I like her outfits far too much to really despise her for more than a day.
Yours Troubie, Cranberry Lorraine
My posts have been so darn wordy lately.