Miss Pegram.
In my first post this week, I mentioned something about a future post regarding teachers. Well- here it is. As a yoof, there was always something alluring about teachers. The more-often-than-not attire consisting of skirts, tights and heels, the knowledge, and of course, the forbidden-ness of the age difference. Because of that, I think, in my life, I have fallen for about 30 teachers, maybe more if we're counting substitute teachers. Anyway, in year 10, there was this goddess-like being who was introduced to the class as, simply, "Miss P".

Sadly, she was a Geography teacher. I didn't take that lesson, so I rarely, if ever, seen her. However, every day after registration, she would come into my form's classroom to get some supplies for her lessons. After longing for her for a few months, the best possible thing could have happened- my form tutor was leaving, and Miss P was taking his place. Now, I was a bit sad with it, since my form teacher was awesome, but when he was getting replaced by this woman made of the feeling you get when you wake up on Christmas morning, I suddenly cared a lot less about him leaving.

Soon enough, he left, and the woman now-known as Miss Pegram was our form teacher. And she would sit and talk to the whole class for a whole 15 minutes every morning and early afternoon. Every single day. It was the best. And even better? I got to take her register back every day. I understood that doing this twice a day for the last two years at school was less-than-subtle, but I didn't care. She once said "you're a lifesaver", and "you're the best". She also offered me a secret reward for doing it on the last day of school. I never did get it, but the things she said made it worth it. Although...there's not a day that goes by where I don't think of what that reward was going to be.

(Probably just something to say to keep me going, but don't spoil my fantasy.)
(almightyjoey is most likely listening to Electric Wizard on, Tue 10 Nov 2009, 11:21, Reply)