I was introduced to this form by a very lovely young woman. She’s off to college in London and doesn’t have a lot of time. I have time, but sometimes lack the words. This is based off my first experience teaching summer school.
The teacher stood in the classroom door. The first child swore at her as he arrived. She didn’t get upset, no, she turned into a dragon. The dirt of an unswept hallway became ashes of rude children. Stunned, the child took his seat and cautioned each child as they entered. “Shh, she’s really a dragon. I guess we have to learn this summer.” It was a lovely class for summer school. After all, not everyone had a dragon for a teacher.