The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade
them each to buy a copy of the group picture. “Just think how nice it will be to
look at it when you are all grown up and say, ‘There’s Jennifer; she’s a
lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Michael, he’s a doctor.'”
A small voice from the back of the room rang out, “And there’s the teacher;
she’s still old, nasty, and wrinkled”.