you found me

Today, I walked into the last day of school [late, of course] with little expectations. All I really wanted was over a 70 on my trig regents. With the exception of my seriously effed up senior schedule, I walked out with a large grin on my face because I actually did pretty well on MOST of my regents and my report card grade was over a 90 for the first time in my THHS life. I was leaving the building with Ivy, feeling chill and rather lax when I saw Ms. Nix, my infamous and renown (as quoted from The Classic) gym teacher and dean. If you haven't had a class with Ms. Nix before, you might see her as just another, 60,70-something lady. With her dark chocolate skin and marshmallow colored hair and kind of petite build, she doesn't look too intimidating. I guess, that is, if you overlook her ever so wise eyes and her muscular,fit, build. Throughout the past 3 semesters, she's been a part of my daily schedule. Having volleyball gym with her at 7 in the morning for four days a week wasn't exactly my cup of tea, but my love of the sport, as well as my desire to shed my gained weight urged me to continue taking the class during my junior year. I promise you that she is unlike any gym teacher that you've ever had. She has a way of doing everything in a manner that you find amusing- that is, after youre done wanting to kill yourself for taking the class. She never sugarcoats anything, and is as keen as a cougar when shes watching you play or exercise, but she says everything with the ever cool and collected manner of a sphinx so that you can never really get mad at her. I dont think I've ever honestly seen Ms. Nix lose her cool. Get angry, yes, chastise people, of course, but I've never seen her truly yell at someone or go insane as some other teachers often do. She's quite motivating in a really intimidating way, and is always brutally honest in all of her comments. Her regimens,