As we waited for Miss Ralia----yes, that's her name--- the whole class turned rowdy as we began doing our usual monkey business, with some hitting water bottles against the desk to create music, some others whipping people around with the school tie. ''Click! clack! click! clack!'' the sound of footsteps made by high heeled shoes could be heard. ''Yes that is her all right, the usual  sound of her high heeled shoes never fail to give her presence away.'' I thought to myself as I shouted out loud at the top of my lungs, '' Guys! Miss Ralia is coming, quick!'' Immediately after I shouted, everybody pushed and shoved each other out of their way, getting back to their seats as fast as possible. In a blink of an eye, there was nothing but dead silence and everything was back to order.

Here she comes, striding in as she yet again shows off another brand new set of her costumes. She then proceeds on with her indian accent, ''Boys, take out your geography text books.''  Upon hearing that tongue-twisting accent of hers, the whole class bursted out into laughters, laughing so hard that everyone of us squeezed our stomach with tears rolling down our cheeks. Oblivious about what made us laugh, she yelled, '' What are you guys laughing about?! Showing no respect to me! All stay back after school!'' At spur of his anger, one of our classmates pointed a middle finger at her and scolder her the 'F' word. Oh, this caused our teacher to be angry as her face turned blue in rage as she stomped her way down to that boy and ''piak!'' she gave him a tight slept acroos his cheeck At this point, the whole class went dead as their mouth opened agaped.