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| - Mrs. Devon is an instructor in the Social Studies Dept. at Whateley Academy. A fifty-ish lady in a frumpy dress and orthopedic shoes came in and stood at the blackboard. “Good day, class. I’m Mrs. Devon, and I’ll be teaching Civics this term.” Anna could see she was wearing a DAR pin. Mrs. Devon had a grating voice that kind of made Anna’s ears ache, and she looked like she was wearing some kind of corset or slimmer to make herself look not all blobby. But even Anna knew she needed to go a size or two bigger on the slimmer, because there was fat bulging out everywhere the slimmer stopped, like right under her armpits, which was just really gross to look at, even buried under her dress. That wasn’t so bad, but Mrs. Devon was boring. Really, really, really boring. She just kind of dron
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| - Mrs. Devon is an instructor in the Social Studies Dept. at Whateley Academy. A fifty-ish lady in a frumpy dress and orthopedic shoes came in and stood at the blackboard. “Good day, class. I’m Mrs. Devon, and I’ll be teaching Civics this term.” Anna could see she was wearing a DAR pin. Mrs. Devon had a grating voice that kind of made Anna’s ears ache, and she looked like she was wearing some kind of corset or slimmer to make herself look not all blobby. But even Anna knew she needed to go a size or two bigger on the slimmer, because there was fat bulging out everywhere the slimmer stopped, like right under her armpits, which was just really gross to look at, even buried under her dress. That wasn’t so bad, but Mrs. Devon was boring. Really, really, really boring. She just kind of droned on and on. And so Anna ended up having a really nice talk with Mrs. Devon, instead of asking about the homework assignments like she was going to. Mrs. Devon was really friendly and stuff. Anna would’ve loved to just chat with her about things. Still, that didn’t make her a good teacher. Once class started, and Mrs. Devon started talking about the history behind some of the Amendments to the Constitution, Ann had to start taking sips of her coffee, because Mrs. Devon was really being boring. Didn’t stuff like women getting the right to vote in elections kind of have to be interesting? Anna didn’t think her junior high school back in Zanesville was very good, but her teacher for history had been a lot better than this. Anna really wished she knew Mrs. Devon so well she could talk to her about being a better teacher. Not that she ever knew any teacher well enough to do that, but she kind of liked Mrs. Devon now, and she felt bad that everyone thought she was a lousy teacher.
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