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“My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can't decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak

“Poor Christopher-John had fallen into the hands of Miss. Daisy Crocker. I greatly sympathized him, but as in everything else, Christopher John tried to see the bright side in having to face such a shrew every morning. "Maybe she done changed," he said hopefully on the first day of school. However, when classes were over he was noticeably quiet.

Well?" I asked him.

He shrugged dejectedly and admitted, "She still the same.”
― Mildred D. Taylor, Let the Circle Be Unbroken

“Fifty?” Harry gasped.
“Fifty points each,” said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily.
“Professor — please —”
“You can’t —”
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Potter. I’ve never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Circus of the Damned