She has a squeaky voice. It helps her a lot while she is scolding us. Her legs are very short, so she always wears a pair of high-heeled shoes. She has dark and potato skin, which makes her look like a witch.
She was my math teacher when I was in 7th grade.
She always keeps a high suspicion to others, such as doubting our honesty even in a little quiz. Once, she asked me to meet her in her office because she believed that I cheated in a test. I tried to explain, but she didn’t listen to me.
After that event, she told us not to use correct pen during the tests to avoid us correct the wrong answers secretly.
One day, when one of my classmates was checking his answers after finished, he found that he had made a big during the calculation. So he canceled the equations by blue pen and rewrote it again. However, our math teacher didn’t give him the points though his answer was right. “You must correct it after seeing someone’s test paper!” she claimed.
During the class, she always spoke as if she was in a bad mood and would be mad at every possible moment. Once, while she was still explaining the solution of the question, some clever students already knew the answer and said it loudly. She didn’t admire them. In stead, she became very angry. “I know it’s 5. I don’t need you to tell me that it’s 5. How can it be possible that I don’t know it’s 5?”
However, it wasn’t the worst situation. She can be much more sarcastic when she scolds us. She have ever said something like “Don’t look at me with your dirty face!”
There was another time that I raised her nerves because of some little homework stuffs. She told me to stand in front of the table and keep.... During the whole disaster, I occasionally raised my eyes and looked into hers. It made her become much angrier.
“What are you starring for?” she asked. I turned my line of sight down to the floor quickly. But she wasn’t satisfied. “Is this a starring contest or something? Is that mean you want to compete against me? Do you really thing you will win?” She stopped for a while and said, “I really want to pull your eyes out.”
She kept scolding and starring at me as if she was going to eat me. Her dark potato skin became much scarier then often. She lifted her voice up, which hurt my ears a lot. At that moment, she really looked like an evil witch or a bad-heated stepmother in fairy tale. This is Ms. Huang, my math teacher.
Luckily, she isn’t my teacher anymore.