She taught a difficult grade five class with grace, and I loved her dyed-red hair. She made me feel accomplished because I spelled abominable right. It's too bad that she got colon cancer, because I liked her, and she had the word ass in her name. That was unfortunate.
This is my first of, hopefully, 365 daily 50-word posts about people that I have met over the course of my life. Why 50 words? Why not?