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my two favorite teachers are very small women.

antonia is small and british and wears boots with leggings. she stops us mid-sentence to correct our latin pronunciation even though it isn't a spoken language so really, it doesn't matter. she says things like "bloke" and "strawberry jam pot," but her teeth are in pretty good shape. i think she would marry Vergil if she could.

susan is small and american and wears the same pants every time we meet. when she reads aloud from stories that have obscenities she flows over them like the "motherfuck" in italics is just another "and" or "the." sometimes she takes off her glasses and it makes her look lost, and maybe she is lost, because she can't see who we are.

if i had bad eyes, i would take my glasses off a lot, i think. if only to escape.

i like these two women, these small and explosive women, because that is what i am on the inside. i was born to be tiny yet energized and to run around yelling and kissing everyone.

but instead i'm just big and implosive.