Sunday, April 23, 2006

 

97/365 Sr. Maura

She of the vicious red pen, the bitter heart. She that will never be forgotten, with her supercilious “This is hardly realistic, is it?” She without imagination, soul or lightness, hope or vision. She that was unworthy to have the words of young souls in her care. Bitch.

Comments:
You make her unworthiness almost palpable. This reminds me a bit of Sr. I've-repressed-her-name, my art "teacher" in fifth grade.
 
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