So I had my wonderful new history teacher today! She’s as old as the mountains, whispers around the school say somewhere between 70 and 120, a chain smoker and when we walked into the room today, it smelt like we had just walked into a mug of strong coffee. She’s also the IB coordinator so she gets a bit stressed out sometimes (her hair stands up towards the roof and her eyes look like they can’t shut properly, and she scurries around like a little mouse). When she speaks about history her body language is nearly romantic, she goes off on tangents about wars and treaties that no one knows about and uses the word “Bourgeoisie”… who does that? She’s so incredible - besides the essay length question sheet and 2 hours worth of lectures she gave to us to watch for homework.