Interchange 2 Teacher's Resource Book

I want out, you cold-cunted icebox, so I can find me a real woman…" And a self-denying, cold-cunted divorcee Lisa had remained ever since, miserable and subconsciously frustrated… With a heavy sigh of regret and self-pity, the melancholy teacher gathered her books and papers together, and with a last look around the cavernous room, walked out and shut the door behind her. The hall was empty, the mad exodus of students over now, and her footsteps were a lonely sound to her ears. She could hear the last bus leaving the parking lot, and from further on came the distant yells of the school's baseball team practicing on the field. Pretty soon the custodian would begin his rounds, pushing the day's collection of dirt and trash ahead of him with his big broom. Perhaps I should let him sweep me up, too, she contemplated sadly. I'm not any more use than an empty bottle, or a discarded candy wrapper… Disconsolately, Lisa Hamilton walked down the stairs at the end of the hall, and along the basement corridor toward the teacher's lounge, where she kept her hat and coat ...»