Lead Kindly Light.......................................

ok today i met this girl..shes more woman than girl..she must be atleast 35...shes my feature writing teacher at the journalism class im taking...shes one of those women who r not strikingly beatful..ull probably not even notice her in a room of ppl...till she starts talking..n suddenly all attention is on her coz she has the most fascinating views on evrythoing under the sun..and u dont really agree wt her ideologically so u put up ur hand n say no..n turns out she loves to debate u to nothingness..know wt i mean..?
so anwy this ladys like breakfast-sexy at best..saree n all..one very distinguished looking strand of grey hair..slightest paunch..very sunken eyes like she sleeps less than i do..or does serious dope..agen like i do...first thing she sez is half of u r probably too young for this discussion but i wnat u to giv me 200 words on marxism..right...very pro-capitalist me thinks hard for 5 mins on wt i can say abt a school of thought i find utterly unimaginative n impossible...n i go off at a tangent on anarchism in marxism..how theres more calls to arms in marxist philosophy than kung-fu..how anarchy cld well b the only positive element in marxism..she picks up my paper out of a pile of 30 n reads it out..n sez this guy is all balls..not in language that flowery but it makes her cooler somehw..n the next 15 mins she tried brainwashing us abt the gandhian parallel to marxism..peace n love n equality..balls, i sed..balls..there goes another 15 mins..belive it or not we spent an hour arguing..other kids put thier hands up n she actly asked them to shut up n let me talk..it was like a private conversation wt a firebrand..evrytime i sed somethng she disagreed wt her eyes just went up in smoke..there was actual passion in those 30-something year old eyes...something so new n profound in her thoughts..it was like a spell..i mean i dont know hw to expl it..she was awesome..n in her presence i cld feel myself being uplifted..she actly made me think stuff i had nevr considered simply bcoz it was too taxing n poiintless..but she amde it all worthwhile..i dint get till much later thht she was pulling my strings like a puppet master..to her the whole thing was an exercise in creative teaching..but i had the best time of my life those 60 mins..aftr so long somebdy actly made me talk my mind..i mean its not like i dint ahve opportunity but i dint want to..i liked my shell..but she somehw got it out of me n it was awesome..aftr class she walked out without so much as a nod..not that i was waiting for a smile n fone number..im not even talking abt tt kind of petty emotion..this was pure airlift..she just lifted me out of some hidey black well n put me on centrestage..the spotlight ive been running away from for so long..i thought teachers like that died wt budha or christ..n then she came along..stoop n pony tail..some ppl walk in n walk out of ur life..some leave a footprint..maybe this one wont last longer than the next wave..but its one id like to build a wall around...