Lunch with the teacher must have been invented in a world war as a way to convince prisoners to talk. Only someone with the most twisted mind could have come up with this form of torture. As time moves half its normal speed I watch the teacher slowly chew her coleslaw. I anticipate the worst with bated breath, knowing that the reprimand is coming. I don't know when it will arrive, only that it will and for that moment I wait. She totally knows what she is doing and I really resent that. The sandwich turns sour in my mouth as she sets her fork aside leans back in her chair, arms folded. lips pursed. "Well." Is all she says. Nothing more. That is it. Yet all the things it implies have such a profound effect. Kathryn DuBrey. Grade 7