When I was in high school in California, I had a "home room" teacher: a teacher whose classroom I would visit for twenty minutes each day along with twenty five other kids in my class year. There we would read the school bulletin, plan our class schedules, and talk about our dreams for college. Her name was Janet, and she was our home room teacher for all four years.
Janet was also my English teacher during my freshman year. At the time I thought that reading great poets like William Blake and Carl Sandburg would be boring as all get out, but Janet managed to spark my interest with her passion. Indeed, these many years later I still remember her classes with great fondness, although I may be biased.
Janet was about 5'5" tall, maybe 130 lbs. She was in her early 30’s. She was pretty but not gorgeous, confident but not conceited. She had an athletic body with B-cup breasts, and a ready smile.