A tale of two English teachers My 9th-grade Advanced English class was an exercise in humility. My teacher, Mr. Hespinhide, was one of those bitter, older men who delighted in making his students miserable. Or at least afraid of him. He had grey, unruly hair, an equally unkempt beard, and a foul attitude. I thinkContinue reading ““Not Bad, for a Girl””
Anne the Vegan 