Elsewhere Alumni: Mrs. Frizzle
Mrs. Frizzle was not always Mrs. Frizzle, except she always was. No one knows her real name–she barely remembers herself. In her Elsewhere days she was simply known as Frizz.
Nobody really talked about the education majors–they were a strange in between, using old fashioned chalkboards and new technology, teaching old lessons and devising new methods. The education majors were strange tightrope walkers, and Frizz was the strangest of them all, and walked the tightrope with ease. It wasn’t exactly a metaphor.
A decade later she’s whispered about, stories passed from upperclassmen to lower, although no one fully believed. “She has an agreement with the Gentry” “she makes the Good Neighbors do things at her beck and call” “she has enough boons to have a field trip every day. To shrink down to a cell or go out in space” “she’s Protected”.
Even the crows liked her.
No one ever fully believed the stories. They couldn’t possibly be true. At least, that’s what everyone thought, until many years later, when their daughter came home from school.