Marvel INC. Director of Photography Josephine Olsen has known Elizabeth Olsen since Age of Ultron follow the two as they balance life not only as two successful badass women but as Moms in this ever-changing world!
High school?
Retirement?
Adoption...
I walked through my favorite doors at school excited to talk to Mrs. Olsen. We had this thing every day where I would come into class and we would talk for 5 ish minutes. We would talk about anything and everything like it was the most natural thing in the world and she would listen to me. Truly listen to me in ways my family never has. My feet stopped as I saw her sitting on her bench looking up at a student I recognized from the period before me. Mrs. Olsen's voice tapered as she looked over her shoulder at me. Her confused face softened, "Go ahead and have a seat Victoria."
I took a seat and kept a careful eye over Mrs. Olsen as she went back to talking. She was in black pants with a black top with a brown cardigan over her and a western buckle wrapped around her thin waist. Her hair was pilled onto the top of her head and she pulled out strands of hair to frame her perfectly angular face.
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It was wrong how much I wanted to watch her. "You do this every day." Mack whispered beside me, I hadn't even noticed her arrival.
"Shut up." I hissed back,
"I just think the more you fantasize the worse it's going to hurt when she leaves."
My stomach plummeted at the thought of Mrs. Olsen leaving. She had been with us only a month and I had learned more in those 4 weeks than the 3 years previously.
Before I could reply Mrs. Olsen ran her fingers along the key playing Jaws the sign that it was time for class to begin. We all chuckled a little at her raised brow as she acted like she wasn't the one playing. She moved to stand so we could be directed by her. "Let's do the flower cannon today." she stretched her arm, "So it is sing and repeat. I sing. You repeat. Sound good?" We all nodded as she cleared her throat, "I love the flowers. I love the daffodils."
"I love the flowers. I love the daffodils."
"I love the mountains. I love the rolling hills."
"I love the mountains. I love the rolling hills."
"I love the fireflies when the lights are low."
"I love the fireflies when the lights are low."
"Singing," she queued as all in with her, "boom-di-a-da, Boom-di-a-da, Boom-di-a-da, Boom" she snapped, "And just the sopranos,"
"I love the flowers. I love the daffodils. I love the mountains. I love the rolling hills. I love the fireflies when the lights are low."
"Everyone,"
"boom-di-a-da, Boom-di-a-da, Boom-di-a-da, Boom"
"Alto your turn," she pointed,
"I love the flowers. I love the daffodils. I love the mountains. I love the rolling hills. I love the fireflies when the lights are low."
