This is What I Did in Nutrition Today

Her hair looked like it used to be brown before the years of adulthood and parenting passed her by. As the light hit the top of her head the class could see the white that would appear as the years go by. The reflection in her glasses made it hard to make eye contact with the professor.
The subtle lines dropping from the corners of her mouth down to her chin were almost resembling a ventriloquist dummy. Her small mouth rambled words to the students, many of which weren't even bothering to take notes.
The way that she repeated herself and asked simple questions made her more suitable for an elementary class, instead of the room of college students who didn't even look like they would give her the day of time.
She was wearing an avacado green sweater that looked too tight, and too loose all at the same time, making her look rather frumpy, and older than her real age. Her sleeves were pushed up to right below her elbows. She paused from her lecture, that seemed to be more like common sense, for a moment to cough into her balled up fist. Her back curled and her body heaved as a coarse growl came from her throat.
The way that she was standing behind the table, only the top of her corduroy pants were visible to the classroom. They were a paler, even more disgusting green than the sweater hanging over top of them, and they even had a hint of brown in them. She seemed oblivious to the murmur of voices around her of the un-attentive classroom.