Ms Cham-pok-(enter random beat box)-knee

ms champagne is probably the nicest old person around in school. come to think of it besides the cleaners there aint many old people around in school besides that undying fossilised woman i see every morning whom i am not going to dwell much on.

shes from N. america and has a pretty name : Iris. her full name, being Iris Champagne, is a name of a beautiful flower which looks like this:


anyway what i love about her is her general apathy towards american news nor news about civil wars in the middle east. its most relieving when our dearest walking irony diverts the class' attention to news on ipods and penguins claiming that they are bound to be on our A's this year.

she will so loving flash random malicious smiles when she talks about exams. more often then not, she adjusts her unbuttoned shirt which her wears on the outside (my senior calls them curtains cause they always have flowery patterns on them). her laughter is adorable that the entire class laughs at her laughter :D ever so occasionally her face scrunches up and her mouth open in a distorted fashion when she explains how grammar drills are absolutely useless (yes i am using an extreme word out of my love for LOVE of grammar). her goldfish memory makes her different from the other walking raisins in track shoes cause it spurs her on to desperately try to remember our names though with negligible progress. she tries to get closer to her students by sitting at on tables in the 1st row, throwing caution to the wind by refusing to cross her legs. when she tells us anecdotes, she will act them out, probably not cautiously, complete with actions and facial expressions. but it is most depressing when she gives us the last smile of the day and lumbers out of the classroom.

god i love this woman.