Miss Raquel And Freya Von Doom (RECENT)

And Miss Raquel? She retired last spring. At the faculty party, someone handed her a scrapbook of thank-you notes from former students. Most were saccharine. One, handwritten on thick cream paper, read: Dear Miss Raquel, You taught me that rules are only as strong as the people enforcing them. Thank you for being so breakable. Cordially, Freya von Doom (formerly the girl with the sideways bean plant).

Freya, at seven years old, was firmly in the "Disappointing" column. Her handwriting leaned left like a tired fence. Her glue stick always seemed to escape its cap and adhere her fingers to her art projects, and she had the unfortunate habit of answering rhetorical questions. When Miss Raquel asked, "What part of 'silent reading' do you not understand?" Freya answered, quite earnestly, "The part where my lips move." miss raquel and freya von doom

"I don’t know," Freya whispered. But she did know. The rules were a cage, and Miss Raquel was the zookeeper. And Miss Raquel