The next day passed way much slower than any day should. The seconds crawled, unwilling to move on and leave their place behind for the future. Nyssa and Merry already guaranteed they had finished their experiments and planning.
My mind was so occupied by the mix of anxiety and excitement, that I barely even listened to Miss Gizelle, and my eyes sometimes didn't even wander to her butt when she turned around to write something.
There was a weird rumor that during her first year as a teacher, Miss Gizelle still did not learn she should erase the board with up-and-down movements of her arms, instead doing it right to left. In case you don't know the difference, go give it a try. It's a great way to learn how to wiggle.
But this was her third year, and with the experience came the wisdom. She knew better than doing it side to side.
