By Jennifer Phillips Miss Tea kept very little on her desk, just a picture of her cat and two folders. She opened her bottom desk drawer to stow her purse which, along with her usual essentials of lipstick and some family photos, currently held a minutely-shredded snapshot of her now ex-fiancé, Peter. As the newest teacher, Miss Tea had the most open classroom—directly in front of the superintendent’s office, with only a railed half-wall and steps creating the corner for her desk. Anybody walking by could easily peer over the rail to watch her teach, or spot what was in her wastebasket, which was why she hadn’t simply dumped the snapshot already. Too many curious eyes. Miss Tea’s real name was Michelle Tei. Her…