From elementary school, I can remember two teachers:  One was a skinny-fat. I couldn't tell you what she taught, what her name was, or anything like that. I could tell you that she had some crazy front-butt and one day she wore a dress with a belt and that was all I could think about.  One was an old, old lady. Wrinkly and skeletal. White face, blue eyeshadow, red lips. She taught math/science and smelled like an old person that just took a bath in rosewater. (you know, that grandma smell, only with roses on top of it) She was strict and mean. If you were acting up, she made you do jumping jacks. She would ask all the kids not playing at recess why they were being lazy, because God hates lazy people. (Catholic school) Rumor was that she trained military men before they enlisted, but that was just a rumor. She was my Confirmation sponsor and my idol. I moved away and she was the last person I said bye to, because I didn't want to go away from her.