In the spring of 1974, I was an 11 year-old 5th grader at my local elementary school. One of my classes was Social Studies, taught by Miss K, a tall, lithe lady in her late 20s. She had medium-length chestnut-brown hair, parted in the middle, and the long ends curled up over her cheeks when she held her head at a downward angle. She had lively, dark brown eyes, and an Irish-like, freckled facial complexion, and a smooth, athletic figure, with breasts of unremarkable size.
She could have just as easily been a PE teacher, with her level of physical fitness. Even 5th grade boys weren’t averse to noticing her feminine attributes, including yours truly! Miss K had a unique duality of personality, blending a perky, upbeat attitude of positive reinforcement, oddly mixed with a penchant for firm discipline. I should know, because I found out the hard way.