Favorite Teachers

Chris Lighter, a former classmate of mine, started a Facebook group called, "Springbrook Class of '79" and invited us to talk about our favorite teachers. I had NO idea the floodgates that would open. This is what I posted:

Mr. Yeager was super fun. Ms. Lloyd (who became Mrs. Jacques), in algebra, was always happy, and Mr. Jacques was cool (not that he taught me). Mr. McCullough was nice, so was Mrs. Feldhuhn (I called her "field hen"). Mrs. Payne was SO great with kids - my little sister Laura who was 4 when we were sophomores was a guinea pig in her Child Development class. Mrs. Sand and Mrs. Solomon were terribly encouraging.

Sue Dawson was the sweetest and extremely tolerant of our homeroom tomfoolery and shenanigans: care to confirm, Trish and Joey? And I forgot how we used to call each other "mangy cur" until I read what she wrote in my yearbook . . .

When I look back, I always feel sorry for Senora Fernandez-Camus . . . I think that we were such a naughty homeroom that she probably went home and cried.

Mr. Shifflet (he will never be anything but Shitfit to me) was really fun and tolerant as well, and Steve Miller will back me on this one. Again, we were smart-alecks and he took it in stride. HAHA! This is what he wrote in my yearbook, "To paraphrase a popular slogan, 'the year isn't over until the lady stops talking.' Your many verbal contributions (?!) have kept an otherwise drowsy class into alert readiness (it was first period). Your writing has always been terrific. Good luck with your novel." Oh yeah - my novel. BRB.

Who was the horticulture teacher with the big teeth? Mr. Mercer. *SO* nice! He had NO idea that we put pot seeds in the soil when we repotted the plants for Dr. Marshall's office.

I had a HUGE crush on Mr. Frace, he was smart and challenged my mind, and he was also kinda cute! I had to clean desks one day after he caught me writing "Lawdy Mama, light my fuse" (a line from Rock and Roll Hoochie Coo) on my desk - HAHAHAHA!

I sense a pattern here.

Mr. Jones (English 10) wrote, "Best of luck always to a real spunky gal" in my yearbook.

Who knew that our yearbooks would ever be used as a reference tool?

I always thought I was kinda bad and mean, but I must have faked the teachers out. Having worked as the school secretary at an alternative high school fairly recently, I realize that we were AMATEURS compared to kids 30 years later. They are way more sophisticated and go for the jugular.

One final thought: it is SO MUCH fun getting to know all of you again! ♥