This week Michael’s asking us to write about teachers.
It’s funny how it’s nearly always my biology teacher that sticks in my mind when it comes down to my school days. I wrote about her and her coloured rinses a few days ago, and I’ve also mentioned her wearing a live stick insect for a brooch!
Dad found a huge moth in the loft and I took it to school in a box padded out with cotton wool and air holes in the lid.
It was after the slow worm incident which is why I took it in. She put the fear of god up everyone, so there was no way I’d have done it otherwise!
I knocked on the staff room door, and asked politely if she was there.
She didn’t look too pleased to see me, but I told her what Dad had found and asked if she’d know what it was.
I honestly thought she was going to have an orgasm on the spot (not that I would have understood at the time, but it’s a good way to describe her now), she was SO excited, especially as it appeared to have laid eggs in the cotton wool.
Proved she was human anyway.