The form teacher was a cute young lady called Miss Yau. She was petite and curvaceous, especially in her colorful cheongsam and heels which she wore most days. She always had make-up on and a splash of perfume. When she talked, I was mesmerized by the way her red lips moved and the dimples on her cheeks appeared and disappeared. I started to pay attention in class and do my homework to please her. For her to look in my direction, call out my name, or pat my head would make my head spin for days on end. What a difference a pretty teacher made!
