Standing in line for the #bathroom induces #memories .
My 2nd grade #teacher at #longfellowelementaryschool was Ms.Ordaz. She was slightly taller than I. How tall are 2nd graders?
She didn't take #shit from anyone. I didn't realize that then, but I knew she was different, in an #kickass way.
She would wear blue jeans to school, all the time, not just Fridays. (I don't think casual Fridays were a thing then.) Not only would she wear them, but she would tell the class, "I'm going to wear my #Levi 's tomorrow." Sho nuff, she'd be in #jeans and yellow turtleneck the next day.
She demanded to be called Ms. and not Mrs. I remember my parents discussing the Ms. vs Mrs. thing with their friends. What a thing to discuss. "Everyone knows she is married to the Ordaz that works at the post office. Why is she using Ms.?"
She had a dark blue #volkswagen Beetle and she never parked in the faculty parking lot. She parked across the street from the #playground , on the opposite side of the #school from the faculty lot.
On one of my report cards she wrote, "Talks too much". My mother reminded me of that for years.
She told me I had a #flare . A flare for talking, a flare when it came to standing in lunch line, a flare when walking down the hallway.
She had a sister who would visit the classroom once in awhile. She was smokin' . So much more but I gotta #pee .
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