Article November 1, 1975 Issue

I'll Never Forget Miss Pitt!

R. Louise Emery

Bill was in trouble—he just might not graduate. His last two report cards had shown him to be an outstanding student in almost every class, but he was failing mathematics. And math always had been his best subject! Before Miss Pitt.

Bill came home from school and, with a great sigh, hung up his jacket. He went to the window and waited. Mom probably was on her way home from the school. After she'd seen Miss Pitt she'd understand why he just didn't try anymore. Dull, dull, everything about Miss Pitt's class was dull.

Miss Pitt seemed to be about a million years old. She was all gray, from her straight-cut hair to the shapeless salt-and-pepper kind of clothes she wore. The classroom was gray, too, and even the windows looked out on the gray parking lot. Sometimes he almost fell asleep. Mom would know what that kind of atmosphere could do to you.

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