I had Miss Eakly for third grade. If you were good, she would let you go out in the hallway to draw pictures. I was very sweet because I liked to draw. One day I did something to make her very angry and she put her long nails into my arm. When I went home for lunch my mother parked outside the school waiting for me. Right away she noticed the mark on my arm and she went inside to talk with Miss Eakly.
One day, Miss Eakly brought her collection of Sea Horse jewelry in to show us kids.