She broke her back the summer before I was to be in her class and was out for the entire year on disability.
Our class ended up with a long-term substitute.
She was a stern woman. I remember her as being rather mean.
When my fear of bees was so bad that I lied and said I was allergic in order to save face over being completely paralyzed every time one entered the room, she made me do a book report on bees so I would see there was nothing to be worried about.
It didn't work.
Turns out, in the age when parents kept opinions away from the ears of their children and instead, enforced that the teacher was someone to be respected at all times, that my parents and many of the others didn't like her any better than we students did. I didn't learn that, however, until I was an adult.
My second grade teacher was not my favorite.
Which is ironic...
...because I teach second grade!