Higgins

Higgins was the worst Math teacher, and that year I was his worse student. Higgins had loose blubbery lips. When he taught long division or algebra his words were full of spit and phlegm. Higgins had big feet and he carried a large thick-soled sneaker which he threw at slow thinkers It hurt especially if hit by it 3 times in one lesson, especially since we had to pick the damn thing up and hand it back to him especially when he loomed over you glaring, daring you to be a wiseass. Higgins was really very big his massive form always intimating to young minds. Mostly I just doodled his form on my school math book. Happy to flunk any test of his. Once I drew him naked, his fat backside bouncing on the back of a spavined mule. Underneath this masterpiece I wrote 'It hurts don't it?' Sadly he had snuck up behind me too late I felt his hot breath drooling down the back of my neck. Higgins was hit by a bus, but that was years later. When I heard I felt sorry for the bus.