Am I pretty now?

A excerpt from my memoir

When I was in third grade I had a teacher named Mrs. Sorrow. Mrs. Sorrow represented her melancholy surname well, not with her bubbling personality, but with her jarring physical features. For her pale face drooped in such an unfavorable way, it  seemed that she was in an constant state of discontentment, bringing visions of evil clowns and other creepy persons and horrors to my mind whenever I glanced at her for long periods. I recall while Mrs. Sorrow would lecture us on how to use transitive verbs properly or something equally boring, I would just stare at her make-up laden, drooping, face and wonder why in God’s name she looked like she had just sprung from a horror movie.

After a few months into the school year got used to her, and the images of her sucking the life out of bunnies and playing kick ball with the souls of loss children, that  I previously envisioned, subsided and in my mind she faded into the ambiguous category of adults. The week before Christmas Holidays, I finally found out the mystery of her terrible, drooping, face. Mrs. Sorrow, my delightful, yet oddly disfigured teacher was addicted to plastic surgery! According to my mother, who had spoken to Mrs. Sorrow about my recent bad conduct grade, Mrs. Sorrow was planning on getting a nose job during the break. It was the fifth surgery she’s had on her face for three years! Some people buy cars, new clothes, or even a house, but Mrs. Sorrow bought herself a new face when her mid-life crisis came around! When Mrs. Sorrow came back after the break, bandages cuddled between her muddy, bright eyes as she taught and they somehow were able to temper her usually harsh face. Later on in the school year she received another surgery, for what I cannot recall. For time blurs details. Despite Mrs. Sorrow’s memorable plastic surgery addiction, she was least memorable of my primary school teachers. And though we spent a entire year together, all Mrs. Sorrow has become to me is a blob of caked on make up, time table lectures, and white bandages. This makes me immensely sad.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[melissa]

this was a great read:) great job!

[JuliePetunia]

I love the honesty you put forth in the story.
Some people really can't wake up and see what they're doing to themselves...

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow. This is such brutal honestly. This writing is brilliant, however there is much more after you get below the surface. Great read.

[Stacy]

The names were different and the writing style was in fact a type that I haven't seen in a minute....

I am looking forward to seeing what else your mind can come up with. whether it be real or made up.

Be well.

[Catti*Bre]

powerfully awakening.. a very very good read :)

[Shellie]

My god, this story was just really brilliant! I love it. Its full of emotion. I really feel for that teacher and then your honesty in forgetting about her was just really well laid in the poem. It does happen even though u rememer her here in such detail its just like you detailing a fleeting memory. Great stuff. A few grammar and spelling issues but mild compared to the story. Great!