My first teacher

My first teacher, at my primary school, was Mrs.XXX. I met her in September 1998. She was teaching in Primary School No 22. She has been my teacher for three years and she professed me all subjects. Next, in 4th class, she professed only biology.
She was in her thirties, she looked young. She wasn’t tall, she was medium height. She was slim, but she wasn’t too pretty. She had ginger hairs, she hadn’t got a fringe. Sometimes she wore a ponytail or a bun. Her eyes were big and green. She has long eyelashes and thin, arched eyebrows. She has small, straight nose and thin mouth. Her face was round. She looked nice.
She always wore jeans, top and jacked. Sometimes, but so rarely, she wore blouses or skirts. She didn’t like skirts and dresses. She had got boots on heels, she never wore sports shoes. Usually she had got gold jewellery. She liked long earrings.
She was nice and easy-going. She always had got good ideas – she imagined many plays for us. She always was in good mood, she was happy and relaxed. She was intelligent and interesting. She liked going with us to trips. But sometimes, when she had bad mood, she was so loud and aggressive. She was quick-tempered.
She was my first teacher and I remember her very well. She didn’t change my life, but she was a person, who I’ll remember for ages.