EPISODE 2 (MISS D— OF COMPREHENSIVE HIGH SCHOOL

EPISODE 2 (MISS D— OF COMPREHENSIVE HIGH SCHOOL’
A few lines of words, if we get the appropriate vocabulary, would really go a long way in telling us both the inward and outward constitution of MISS D—— of C. H. S. A. MISS D——’s character is one of such we can simply pin with the adjective of ‘normal’. And of what circumstances is the personality of this great protagonist that this story have been entitled after her name could not be conceived. We should have started the story of MISS D—— right from her first day in C. H. S. A, or better still, the day she came to check her name whether she had passed her common entrance or failed. But I resolved to cross that section out of this piece with a reason I hope it will appeal to my readers’ understanding (that MISS D——, in her junior secondary days, was a seed concealed in the ground, whose leaves are yet to gain the strength to quake the earth for the writer to behold). Perhaps, why should we go that length because her story is interesting? In what form should I have designed my research to know whether she actually came to check her name herself or her parents checked for her? Even this writer who knows much more than any other person regarding MISS D—— only has a dim reflection of her ‘junior school’. To this end, it is thus good to start her story when she was transferred from the ‘junior school’ to ‘secondary school’.
Before we tag the person of MISS D—— as ‘normal’, it is worthy to relate an important passage that could serve as a glimpse to her world. I beg of my readers to pardon me, as I have failed in my research, which class exactly did MISS D— belong when she was in Comprehensive High School, Ayetoro. I hope the little intelligence that she was part of the 11/17set could expiate for the excess of this place.
Now, without much stress, MISS D——’s character is simply ‘normal’. Yes, ‘normal’ is the right word. And she had made the title of this story because her ‘normal’ was ‘rare’. And this story has been designed to discover the mystery of how normal and rarity could form a perfect harmony in the constitution of MISS D——.
The fact is this: MISS D—— of C. H. S. A was not that beautiful. But there was that amazing charm in her appearance that used to bewitch male students and render their brains blank, such that, they themselves would never comprehend the gravity of force that had overpowered them until they lost their composure and traced her figure with their eyes whenever she passed by them. When MISS D—— was in SS1, she was simply a girl of 13 or 14. A simple girl. Not really fair nor dark in skin. Hers was a natural beauty that she can manipulate anytime to draw the attention of any male student to herself. She is not so much beautiful, but there was that thing in her appearance that used to throw people off guard. Lips, not rosy, but attracting with the tiny lines such that all male students, even corpers and teachers, yearned for. When she walked, it was always like sauntering, but she suffered no deformity. It was a style—teen style, I call it. And many ladies then tried to impersonate her, but no, they would come out more ugly than they had been. That style of walking only suited MISS D——. She was ever perfect in carrying the legs, just one after another, always on tiptoes, and her head and well shaped frame bouncing simultaneously as she picked her steps. She was neither tall nor short. Neither fat nor slim. Just normal. Normal is really the word for her.
Such was MISS D——’s beauty; and I must relate an important passage of event that this strange beauty informed when she was in SS1. Though it was being rumored. Such topic in C. H. S. A is always rumored. They are the latent activities in the school that everyone knew it existed, but such topic was never announced in the public. It was always rumored. When she was in SS1, it was rumored that her school mother had refused to be her mother at a time. For what? no one really knew. But it was the latent, the topic that was never announced. Her school mother had perceived a considerable friendship between her boyfriend, the school mother’s, and MISS D——. But as MISS D—— was such a girl of high character, many requested to be her mother like applicants seeking for jobs.
MISS D——’s brain could be active beyond range sometimes. And if engaged in such state, a serious topic might turn out to be a joke and you will start laughing on what you ought to cry for. For instance, MISS D——’s brain had been over-active one afternoon and it happened that an English Teacher with the name of Mr. J—— asked her a question.
‘What is combat?’ said the teacher, leaning forward in his chair and drawing his pair of tortoise shell glasses to rest on his grammatical nose.
‘Sir, wh—?’ MISS D was beginning to enquire of him again when she was cut short.
‘What is combat, D——?’ interposed the teacher, beating his pen on a desk angrily.
‘Combat,’ stammered MISS D——, trembling on her feet. ‘It is a game, sir. A game,’ she broke out, dancing unconsciously as the teacher aimed his cane at her head.
‘A game?’ said the teacher on a pitched voice.
‘Yes, sir,’ returned MISS D——.
Then the teacher threw his cane away—without paying much attention at his action—and went into a peal of laughter.
Yes. What else do we need to know of MISS D—— before we begin the story? Oh, yes. MISS D, remember, was normal. If it is brilliancy, it is important to know that MISS D—— was a prefect, but her post, I conceal at this point.