Mrs. Rose was my teacher, though I first met her as a first grader while headed to the girls' bathroom. It happened to be quite a long distance from the classroom for a first grader... housed in the basement of the school where we also had "duck and cover" drills.
Mrs. Rose was tall and thin and wore her long dark hair in a bun; her face and voice were always stern. When she stopped me on the steps leading to the basement and inquired where I was going, I was so scared and nervous I felt sure I would not make it down there in time.
I was terrified when I walked into my third grade classroom two years later and saw her standing there... unsmiling.
I would even welcome the embarrassment of a personally directed chalkboard cemetery ceremony due to word overuse.