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The Inimitable Ms. Cavendish: A High School Teacher I Will Never Forget

Updated on May 15, 2009

There are Teachers...

There are a handful of high school teachers who will always be seared into my memory.

One was the amazing Dr. Ornery*.

Although she had a PhD. she taught High School Advanced Placement European and Advanced Placement American History. A spinster, with tight pepper curls and a mouth drawn into a thin line, she used to sit in the stalls of the girl's restroom and listen to the teenage gossip. Our hearts would jump when we saw her shiny penny loafers with the root beer barrel tassels peeking out underneath the squat, metal doors. Sometimes she would tell the class the things she overheard in the bathroom. One time we noticed her shoes after laughing about her. We made a speedy exit and I spent the next hour quaking in her class, wondering if she would be able to determine that I was one of the girls who had laughed at her.

Students in her senior year A.P. classes were often sent on unsupervised "donut runs" when she didn't feel like teaching. She wore heavy gold chains around her neck and drove an Alpha Romeo that she lovingly referred to as her "baby". Some days she would spend half the class period talking about her Alpha Romeo and how she loved it, how it glinted in the sun after a wax and how the snotty rich kids who went to our high school were either keying it or vandalizing it in some way. She claimed to have bought three different Alpha Romeos in the course of her teaching career because she refused to keep a car that had a mark on it.

I thought she bore a striking resemblance to the ancient Egyptian Queen Hatshepsut. She was a relic, a stone thing that had traveled and "seen the world!" She told us about India and the huge cockroaches that crawled out of the septic tanks there. I thought she was absurd, sad and, though she could be so crazy at times, I felt a vague pity and sympathy for her. I also knew that she liked me and liked my older brother who had taken her class three years previous.

Girls who "analyzed" their hair and wore strawberry lip gloss bugged her to no end and she would embarrass these girls and snap at them to "stop it!" She was wont to go up and down the rows and tell the students if they were smart enough to be in the class, if they were too stupid to be in the class, and if they were smart but didn't try hard enough to be in the class. I fit into the latter category. When she got to me she gave an exasperated shrug and spat: "You need to try harder K.D.!!"

It was rumored that one day, in a fit of rage, she threw a textbook at a student and it narrowly missed him and hit the wall. The other rumor was that she had a brain tumor of some sort. The book incident happened a few years before she was my teacher.

Sometimes her class was rollicking, full of laughter. She did love History, but I think she missed her calling as a community college instructor-likely a much less stressful environment for her.

Dr. Ornery didn't believe in grades and gave all of us A's (except those she deemed unworthy because of said hair analyzation). Her teaching career ended my senior year when she brought an unloaded gun to class and threatened to blow her brains out with it. Apparently a student had vandalized her car again and that was the straw that broke the proverbial back. The incident happened in her 1st period A.P. European History class so I never got to see her that day. She was dismissed forthwith by our Vice Principal Dr. Hetty Stanowitz.

Absurd as this all sounds it is indeed a true story. Now that I am an adult I wonder if she had some kind of personality disorder.

But this was probably not the story you were expecting from a hub with this title, am I right? I have other infamous memories of my high school teachers: from the Drama teacher who encouraged me to play an old Tennessee Williams dowager in our state drama competition, all the while telling me in his Cary Grant voice that I was "soooooo sincere", to the director of our literary magazine, Mrs. Stonehater, who accused me of plagiarizing a short story I wrote because it was "too good" for me to have written by myself.

There WAS one jewel in this morass of dross, however. There WAS one shining example of a teacher dedicated to her craft; a teacher who looked at her job as a vocation, a calling and an art. That teacher was Ms. Cavendish, my A.P. English Literature teacher.

Enter Ms. Cavendish

"Can someone please tell me what visceral means?"

The room was silent and all the hair analyzing girls and Lacoste wearing boys scrunched their faces in contemplation, struggling to find the nuggets of knowledge ore Virginia Woolf once wrote about. Ms. Cavendish' dark hawk eyes bore down on us while we scrambled for words to answer her question. We had been reading Saul Bellow's Henderson The Rain King and were discussing instinctual response.

"Can't anyone here tell me what the word visceral means?" We shifted in our seats. She smirked and shook her head. "Fine. Todd would you please get up from your seat?" Todd Edmunds, who I had a secret crush on, dutifully rose. "Do you see Miss Steinman's feet?" Missy Steinman, Co-editor of our school paper, was wearing open toed flats. Todd nodded. "Good. I want you to put your hands on top of Miss Steinman's feet. Can you do that?" Todd gulped and nodded again. Carefully he bent down and touched Missy's skin.

"What do you feel Todd?" Todd was blushing and he mumbled something. He was asked to repeat himself.

"I feel her skin."

"Anything else?"

"Her blood I suppose." Ms. Cavendish gazed at us and flashed one of her enigmatic smiles.

"Good Todd. You may sit now. How does what has just happened with Mr. Edmunds and Miss Steinman relate to the word visceral? One would assume that Mr. Edmunds has just had a visceral experience. If you don't know then I suggest you look up the word in the dictionary after class. You are in A.P. English now and you need to apply yourselves more if you want to be able to pass the A.P. exam in spring."



1. Of or pertaining to the viscera. 2. Affecting the viscera. 3. of the nature of or resembling viscera. 4. Characterized by or proceeding from instinct rather than intellect: a visceral reaction. 5.

Characterized by or dealing with coarse or base emotions; earthy; crude: a visceral literary style.

That was classic Ms. Cavendish. She challenged us to think critically, to question, and would often tease out of our souls the knowledge that was hidden but getting ready to emerge as we groped our way to graduation and the college years before us.

She was mysterious and commanding, but also warm and genuine. She wore sweeping Bohemian shirts and hinted that as an 18 year old teenager she'd run off to New York City for some reason or another. She liked her "average" English students as much as her privileged A.P. Sterling Scholars; genuinely enjoying the Stoners and Goth denizens who often stayed after class to discuss poetry and Pink Floyd with her.

I was a little in awe of her and a bit afraid of her regal bearing; especially because she could see through my underachieving B.S.

When I received my first essay back from her I saw a bright red D+ on the front and, in her elegant handwriting, the sentence: "Beautifully written but little substance. One would suspect that you never read the book." She suspected right and had caught me, as it were, red handed.

Quiet Strength, Quiet Dignity

Over the course of the year we realized that Ms. Cavendish was undergoing chemotherapy treatments. She began wearing turbans, hats and scarves. Sometimes she looked haggard and pale. On days when she was absent she had a meticulously written lesson plan for the substitute teacher to follow or we took tests and practiced writing essays. She did not falter, even during this time of struggle, to carefully comb our essays and give us personal feedback and encouragement.

I began to write. To try. But no matter how hard I tried I never managed to get higher than a B+ on my essays. I yearned to please her, to have her intense eyes shower me with generosity and esteem.

The end of the year came and we took the much anticipated test. It was far easier than I had imagined it would be. When I came back to class after finishing the test Ms. Cavendish looked up at me and smiled.

"Tell me how it was K.D." she said in her gracious manner. I told her how I answered the essay on Emily Dickinson's poem The Hummingbird. She smiled and nodded.

"I knew you could do it. I knew you would do well."

And I did. Although I never got higher than a B+ in her class I was one of the three students who scored a 5 on the A.P. exam that year-the highest score one can achieve.

Goodbye Ms. Cavendish

On the last day of school, the day for yearbooks and graduation, I said goodbye to Ms. Cavendish. I had prepared a present for her, a tape of my piano compositions. I didn't know if she would understand why I was compelled to thank her, to give her this piece of myself. I had never had the ease of conversation with her that she appeared to experience with her "average" stoner students. I was afraid she could see straight through me-that she knew that I was really a nothing and a nobody.

I found her at her desk reading through a sheaf of papers. When I entered she looked up at me and shifted her glasses down the bridge of her nose.

"So this is it isn't it K.D.?" I nodded and somehow spluttered that I wanted to thank her and would she take this present of the tape of my piano compositions? She nodded and thanked me. I waited, not knowing what I was waiting for. Unwavering she watched me with her intelligent eyes as I walked toward the door.


I looked back at her. She smiled.

"Don't worry. You will do well in college. You can do it. You really can."

With a lump in my throat I left the classroom and found my way to my locker. I opened it. Looking into the void I smothered a sob and the tears finally came.

* All Names Have Been Changed

© 2009 K.D. Clement


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      Dave McClure 9 years ago from Kyle, Scotland

      Excellent word-pictures, KD. In the UK, the effect of the National Curriculum and standards-based education has made it harder for 'characters' to survive in the school system. Of course that is both good and bad, as your two portraits show.

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      Diana Dominguez 9 years ago

      What a wonderful story, K.D. As a teacher myself (who taught high school AP senior English for 5 years) I can really relate to this. I also had a teacher like Ms. Cavendish (and one like Dr. Ornery, although not quite as eccentric). This was wonderfullywritten, and it brought back memories and made me miss my high school students.


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      K.D. Clement 9 years ago from USA

      Terry, no I didn't. It is a free public domain picture from Wikimedia Commons.

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      K.D. Clement 9 years ago from USA

      Frogdropping, C.M., Terry and Twin XL,

      Thank you so much for your compliments and support.

      ;-) K.D.

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      Twin XL 9 years ago

      Wow, what a very well written piece. It certainly makes me go back and learn to appreciate some of my past teachers. Thank you very much- I look forward to reading more KD.

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      terry lynn 9 years ago

      way to go KD! Did you create the drawing? Wonderful rich writing.

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      K.D. Clement 9 years ago from USA

      Thank you ripplemaker! :-)

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      Michelle Simtoco 9 years ago from Cebu, Philippines

      Hi KD, looking back and remembering our teachers does bring nostalgic feelings and sometimes bittersweet. Thanks for sharing these stories with us. Most of all, I know it's those teachers that inspired us that we remember fondly the most.

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      CM Miller 9 years ago

      KD, well done! Great story. Reminds me of a blue-haired English teacher I had that used to clip coupons and talk to herself through class!

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      Andria 9 years ago

      K.D. I really enjoyed this. It invoked memories of a couple of my school teachers from days long since past - one from High, one from Primary.

      I think if we're honest, there's always one - or two - that stick firmly in our memories.

      Thankyou :)

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      K.D. Clement 9 years ago from USA

      Thanks JamaGenee! Yes, every school needs an Ornery. I think my H.S. classes were a little bit like micro families. You had the siblings with their various labels (jock, nerd, socialite) and the teacher who served as the "parent." The teacher does wield a lot of power of their students-even when they don't realize it. Some classroom communities were healthy (ala Cavendish) and other not so much (Ornery).

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      Joanna McKenna 9 years ago from Central Oklahoma

      Bravo, K.D.! Ms. Cavendish was right. But there must be an unwritten law that every high school *must* have at least one eccentric teacher like Dr. Onery!

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      K.D. Clement 9 years ago from USA

      Thank you Tom. I am so glad you got a few laughs out of it. :-))

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      Tom Rubenoff 9 years ago from United States

      Lovely story - and well written, too LOL You had my undivided attention from start to finish. You really captured that high school environment.

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      K.D. Clement 9 years ago from USA


      Thank you for the great question. It was an interesting and somewhat humorous trip down memory lane.

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      K.D. Clement 9 years ago from USA

      Barbara, it was so late last night when I was writing this and I was also baffled as to why visceral was spelled viceseral at! Thanks for your sharp eye. This morning I realize it is because I was so tired! Duh. ;-) Note to self: don't write a hub at 1 a.m. with a baby on your lap! :-O No, Dr. Ornery is just a sad figure. I still wonder what became of her. The one that did traumatize me was Mrs. Stonehater who accused me of having someone else write my story for her class.

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      Barbara Yurkoski 9 years ago

      KD, I enjoyed your story. You’re very good at character observation and description, and have some interesting characters to describe. I love the the hair analyzing girls, and I’m glad Dr. Ornery didn’t traumatize you. (Hint: do a spell check for visceral.) Sorry if this sounds like a Bridge critique. It’s hard to switch off!

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      chaixkee 9 years ago from Philippines

      Nice stories about your good memory.. no wonder those are really your favorite teachers, unconsciously.Thanks for sharing.


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