While growing up, who were your most and/or least favorite teachers in Jefferson?
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Ouch! I'm getting a headache thinking so far ack.
One teacher comes to mind. 6th grade at the Cooper school. Science teacher, I think. Mrs. Wilkins, or something like that. I just know it started with a W. She was my first love. She became pregnant during the school year. For months I pondered the effect her pregnancy would have on "our love." Towards the end of her pregnancy I had come to the conclusion that she must have liked her husband more than me. I was devastated.
It took me a long time to ever trust a woman again. Ok, I lied there... I hope to reach that point in my life where I can trust a woman. It just hasn't happened yet.
Mrs. Blakely (or something like that), the 7th grade english teacher was very memorable. She made us all memorize the "being verbs", now more commonly called linking verbs:
"Is, am, are, was, were, be, being, been, have, has, had, do, does, did, shall, should, will, would, can, could, may, might, must"
I'm pretty sure it's going to take shock therapy to forget that!
Melba Cripe - she scared the hell out of me and I doubt I ever failed to turn in an English assignment!
I may be a wee bit younger than some of you, but Mr. Kinley jumping on his desk to reenact Washington crossing the Delaware in American History, or illustrating wrestling moves during class? He is now the superintendent at Gilbert ......
or Ms. Green and typing class? oh yea, she's still there!
I always thought Melba Cripe was a pussycat. I always got straight A's from her and never did a thing. Same thing with Mrs. Parrish in junior high, except I did help her with Mr. Lutz's stockings.
The only thing I remember about Kinley is that he used to drive a Pacer, with a huge, ignorant front window. It was yellow. We were driving south on 4 and he was driving north. We threw a snowball at his car, and it hit the front window. Because of the stressed design of the car and his anal choice of vehicles, the front window landed in his lap after being hit with a 12 oz. snowball @ 25 mph right in front of Grace Hamilton's house. He was pissed. We left the scene and went duck hunting at Dunbar Slough and later had dinner at Beef & Brew in Guthrie Center. He later followed up with some bogus insurance claim because he was still pissed. We didn't care and went on to become very successful and wealthy players in music and theater. It is heartening to know that he has finally made something of himself as superintendent of Gilbert Schools. Hopefully he has gotten over this thing about wrestling with other men.
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Ouch! I'm getting a headache thinking so far ack.
One teacher comes to mind. 6th grade at the Cooper school. Science teacher, I think. Mrs. Wilkins, or something like that. I just know it started with a W. She was my first love. She became pregnant during the school year. For months I pondered the effect her pregnancy would have on "our love." Towards the end of her pregnancy I had come to the conclusion that she must have liked her husband more than me. I was devastated.
It took me a long time to ever trust a woman again. Ok, I lied there... I hope to reach that point in my life where I can trust a woman. It just hasn't happened yet.
I liked Dick Brunner. I think he taught eighth grade science.
I am pretty sure I am still scared of Mr. Dillard. I longer use cursive, so I probably should be scared.
I am still a good spellar, though.
"no" longer use cursive.
Mr Ely let me be a drafting fool.
drafting "tool".
Mrs. Blakely (or something like that), the 7th grade english teacher was very memorable. She made us all memorize the "being verbs", now more commonly called linking verbs:
"Is, am, are, was, were, be, being, been, have, has, had, do, does, did, shall, should, will, would, can, could, may, might, must"
I'm pretty sure it's going to take shock therapy to forget that!
Jack Oatts - an unrecognized Jefferson treasure.
Do you remember when Mrs. Blakely cut her finger off in that fan she kept in front of class? It was something to see.
I'd like to know if anyone remembers who the "Orangeman" is/was?
"Orangeman" does not ring a bell with me. Could you give us a hint roughly what year this was, and what grade he taught?
Orangeman was not a teacher, but a student in 1972, when Darrell Mohr was principal.
Orange Man was Robert Overton.
Thank you.
Melba Cripe - she scared the hell out of me and I doubt I ever failed to turn in an English assignment!
I may be a wee bit younger than some of you, but Mr. Kinley jumping on his desk to reenact Washington crossing the Delaware in American History, or illustrating wrestling moves during class? He is now the superintendent at Gilbert ......
or Ms. Green and typing class? oh yea, she's still there!
I always thought Melba Cripe was a pussycat. I always got straight A's from her and never did a thing. Same thing with Mrs. Parrish in junior high, except I did help her with Mr. Lutz's stockings.
The only thing I remember about Kinley is that he used to drive a Pacer, with a huge, ignorant front window. It was yellow. We were driving south on 4 and he was driving north. We threw a snowball at his car, and it hit the front window. Because of the stressed design of the car and his anal choice of vehicles, the front window landed in his lap after being hit with a 12 oz. snowball @ 25 mph right in front of Grace Hamilton's house. He was pissed. We left the scene and went duck hunting at Dunbar Slough and later had dinner at Beef & Brew in Guthrie Center. He later followed up with some bogus insurance claim because he was still pissed. We didn't care and went on to become very successful and wealthy players in music and theater. It is heartening to know that he has finally made something of himself as superintendent of Gilbert Schools. Hopefully he has gotten over this thing about wrestling with other men.
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