Miss E was my 6th grade teacher. If you look up nasty old-maid school teacher on Wikipedia her picture is right there with the definition. She was the stereotypical dour and sour old maid school teacher that produced the stereotype in the first place. She was a stern disciplinarian and the absolute queen of her classroom. She was a ruler person. And I am not talking about the ruler of the room I am talking about the fact that you got the flat side of a ruler if you were not too bad and the edge if you were really bad.
I will admit that I did learn something from her. I learned that all female teachers of her type should be required to wear high heels, like she did, because as a student even if you couldn’t see where she was you could hear her coming up behind you. Gregg Smith, a classmate, spent so much time in the cloak closet in her class in 6th grade that he didn’t get a suntan until summer vacation started. I don’t believe he ever saw the outside of the building for recess.
She still haunts my dreams occasionally, teaching me from “somewhere” in the great beyond what a teacher shouldn’t be.