“But if you do forget, which happens at least three point two times per semester, Mrs. Garcia has a list of all the combination numbers.”
“Now go ahead, take your locks out of your folders and spend a couple of minutes practicing how to open them,
though I know some of you went ahead and did that anyway.” She was looking at Henry when she said that.
“And in the meanwhile, I’ll tell you guys a little something about myself.”
“And then you guys can tell me a little about yourselves and we’ll, um, get to know each other. Sound good? Good.”
She smiled at everyone, though I felt like she was smiling at me the most.
It wasn’t a shiny smile, like Mrs. Garcia’s smile, but a normal smile, like she meant it.
She looked very different from what I thought teachers were going to look like.
I guess I thought she’d look like Miss Fowl from Jimmy Neutron: an old lady with a big bun on top of her head.
But, in fact, she looked exactly like Mon Mothma from Star Wars Episode IV: haircut kind of like a boy’s, and a big white shirt kind of like a tunic.
She turned around and started writing on the chalkboard. Henry still couldn’t get his lock to open,
and he was getting more and more frustrated every time someone else popped one open.
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