|Miss Edith Whitaker|
The minute I laid eyes on this stiff, formal lady, I knew I was in trouble. I though my Aunt Rebecca was a stickler for etiquette, but Miss Whitaker was ten times worse! And not only during school, either, but even during my "free" time (of which I had very little).
I was always afraid Miss Whitaker would write to my mother if I didn't conduct myself like a proper young lady at all times. She was always worried that some whiff of scandal might invade her precious finishing school, Miss Whitaker's Academy. It almost did during the months I attended the school, when the whole slave-girl issue exploded in her face. I don't think Miss Whitaker ever fully recovered from that episode. All I know is, by the time I left after the spring term I think she was just as eager to see me go as I was to leave!
When Miss Hall was injured, the school board drew straws to pick the "temporary teacher." Guess who "won"? Yep, my big brother Justin. Here is some advice: if you can avoid it at all costs, try not to ever have your big brother as your teacher! All the kids called Melinda and me the "teacher's pets," but it was so not true! Not at all! I think Justin went out of his way NOT to give his sisters any special attention. It was a terrible two weeks.I should write about it some time.
My mother was my teacher for one day too, but one day doesn't really count as being my teacher, I don't think. Besides, I hardly remember what went on during class. It's what happened after school that sticks in my mind like a burr. Hmmm . . . maybe I should write about that too!