Mrs Rosillo was our English teacher in years 6 and 8. Thankfully she was a very good teacher, since after a year of Ms Richardson, Mrs Rosillo had to re-teach us what we forgot from Year 6, what we should have learnt in Year 7, and what we needed to be taught in Year 8. She was somewhat strict, but nice nevertheless. The only time I remember her laughing was during a lesson, when some sort of gold Lamborghini drove past the window blaring Arabic music at maximum volume.

My seat in her classroom was tucked around the corner by the window, which worked well for me because if she ever asked the class a question, I could hide behind the corner in the hopes that I wouldn't be picked. It seemed to work.