I Wear Many Masks

Authors

  • Carl Leggo

DOI:

https://doi.org/10.11575/jet.v27i1.52302

Abstract

The first time I met Karen Manuel she was laughing as she entered my classroom for the introductory session of Language 10. Several other girls stuck close to her like princesses around a queen. Even at fifteen Karen Manuel was tall and heavy. Her hair was dusty blond, cut short, and gelled back from a pale face without make up. Her eyes were dark magnets that drew you to her. In that first class she never spoke, but I was always aware of her. I was also scared, not physically afraid of her, but scared because here was a woman nobody seemed able to explain or predict.

Published

2018-05-16

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Section

Articles