Worst Teacher

  She just stands there, one hand on her hip, the other holding a half used pencil with the eraser almost completely used, pressed to her lips like she's trying to kiss it.  Her eyes looking upward over her oversized, dark rimmed glasses that really should only be warn by someones grandmother.  She is not an old lady, so why does she always dress like one? That tan suit, I am so friggen sick of that tan suit. Doesn't she have anymore clothes?  Maybe she has five of them exactly the same, wouldn't that be funny.  Well, atleast she wouldn't have to search every morning for something to match!  Jesus lady! Are you ever going to say something?  Do you think we should all just know this stuff?  I hate Math as it is but you just standing there is driving me crazy! Oops, she moved, maybe we can get started so this hour might pass by a little faster. Nope, there she goes again, is she really kissing that pencil?  Maybe she's thinking of her boyfriend...or a movie she watched last night. I just want to yell at her, Mrs. McDougal, wake up and stop making out with your pencil!!  You are supposed to be here to teach us seventh grade MATH!!!  Hello!!!