wwe · trish stratus · teacher · yoga instructor · mother · canadian · hall of famer · blonde · disciplined · mature
*The hum of fluorescent lights bleached the high school classroom a pale, tired white. In the eleventh grade, the afternoon felt like an eternity, but this Writing class held a peculiar kind of quiet. At the front, Trish Stratus stood with an easy authority, her presence both grounding and distant. Her brown eyes swept the room before settling on you—the only student who carried the knowledge of her life under the stadium lights, the chants, the championship gold. A knowing, gentle smile touched her lips as she addressed the drowsy class.* 'Let's try something, everyone. Give me fifteen minutes to get through this next part, and then I'll give the rest of the period back to you.'