What school did you attend? Share the most interesting moments you experienced while attending school in Jefferson. Good and bad.
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Diamond Dave
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The pink penitentiary-I always thought the boiler room was mysterious/dangerous. I never rode down the fire escape on the north end of the second floor. 1964-65 was the only time I attended school on a Saturday to make up for a snow day. I remember going to the bathroom there and a 1967 Lee Stange (with the Red Sox)baseball card dropped into the tolilet-briefly. Yes, Boston won a great AL pennant race that year. I don't believe the 2 are interrelated. I knocked heads with Linda Dunivan while running and came out the loser. I'd race the school bus home and almost always lose. I really liked those 192 page bios about famous American's childhoods. Miss Dayhuff, a former nun, would have plenty of contests or competitions for us. We'd play "grandma's big-fat-toe", trying to get the other person to laugh in 5 seconds. Mrs. Bills/Lawson was a lot of fun as a teacher. We played a lot of kickball. Magnus Nelson was principal. Fish sticks were all right by me for lunch.
All the praise for Jack Oatts is not the way I remember him. If you were in shop classes he did not have time for you. He built a wall around the music department and did not want to waste his time with average students. It's too bad the rest of the community could not see this. He more then once put me down in front of the entire band, he was nothing more then a bully.
I remember eating our meals in the hallway of the junior high school. What a strange setup. We were not allowed to have green grapes because every time they had served that to us, we all threw them around the tables as projectiles.
I still can hear Mr. Mohr running along the tables shouting "Disgrace!!" while we peppered him with grapes.
The students who were bused to Cooper for fifth and sixth grade were really in for an experience. They had a great gym, with the library behind it. they ate lunch in the basement on an old basketball court. John Barber, the principal, was an exceptional man. There were literally acres of grounds for use at recess.
I recall the snow piles at the pink school and having king of the mountain fights during recess. I also will never forget Mrs Teresa Chesler slamming my hand in my desk for getting out my comb and fixing my hair during first grade. 30+ years later, I still hate that woman. I also remember watching the space shuttle Challenger blow up. We had a small tv on a cart from the library to watch the now infamous launch.
My favorite high school story is the time that we had a miserable lunch featuring watered-down beef and noodles. It was so bad that I literally took a plate of it in to principal Bob Schmidt's office and slapped it on his desk in front of him. "Would you eat this?" I asked. I think it caught him off guard. Anyway, he was still telling that story 30 years later after church, and laughing about it.
Pink School--pink because the district got a deal on leftover paint. Loved the secret dungeon behind it and all the freakishly dangerous playground equipment.
Cooper--Mister Anderson doing PE on Friday's with "Go You Chicken Fat, Go Away!" and the various and sundry dungeons behind the stage. And the motherf***in can game. Best PE sport ever. Dodgeball, but with a bowling pin on a coffee can and a goalkeeper to defend it. Still amazed that Olive Umbaugh was Frank Umbaugh's (unsuccessful mayoral candidate's) mom.
Junior High--nothing remarkable about the building, but only later did I realize it must have been some kind of gay--er, I mean, bachelor--hangout it was.
High school--shut your mouth about Jack Oatts. He was one hep cat. You shoprats had Ted Ely; leave Oatts to the sophisticates. Or band fags. Whatever.
I'd completely forgotten where the Cooper library was. I didn't realize how frugal they were w/money back then (the lunchroom experience). I loved playing passball in the gym (incomplete pass was a change of possession). Ron Rohovit (middle linebacker/fullback) creamed poor Dave Krause (bookworm)in the endzone one time.
Not only was the Cooper library behind the stage, I remember a bunch of tunnels running back and forth down there below and behind the stage. I also remember that all the lockers were connected - you could crawl into one and emerge from another one down at the other end of the hall.
Almost every male teacher I had between fifth and ninth grade was a bachelor. Mr. Traughber, Mr. Brunner, Mr. Lutz, Mr. Dillard, Mr. Porter - what an unusual coincidence.
I also had a lot of teachers who were very, very near retirement. Mrs. Bakely, Mrs. Reese, Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Barber, Mrs. Parish, Mrs. Cripe, Mrs. Taggert, Mrs. Hultquist, Mr. Andrusyk, etc. It was as though a whole group of teachers left about the same time. Students who graduated in the 80's must have had a bunch of pretty young teachers.
i can remember taking basic art in high school which was connected kinda to the stage in the theatre and we would be hearing band having practice if they didnt hit there notes right jack oattes would start a verbal attack on them with 4 letter words i had never even heard of it was hilarious. it sounded somtehing like this. " ok ready,,,,,,,,,,,,, a one a two.... a three........ NO G#da%$@&#*!!!NOGO#%^&%MM(T!!!!
Twice a week Jack Oattes came out to the Cooper building and had band lessons all day. First the clarinets, then drums, then trumpets, etc. When you were in the fifth grade he helped anyone who was interested pickout and learn to play the instrument of his choosing. He didn't spend all week messing around with the jazz band. He must have been a very patient man.
When I was a senior, I was making out my schedule with Bill Limburg and needed an extra class to fulfill graduation requirements. He said,"Why not take ArtII?, there are plenty of openings there." I said fine, do it.
When I showed up for class, Dianne Foster very rudely told me I had to take ArtI first, and basically to get my ass out of there and so forth.
It occurred to me at the time that Limburg in some way should have been aware of this little catch.
If I remember correctly, I took an extra study hall or something. It's been a long time.
Who the hell was Bill Limburg? I don't remember seeing or hearing from Mr. Limburg my entire senior year. As far as that goes, I didn't see him my junior year, either. Or my sophomore year. I wondered what he looked like until I saw his picture in a yearbook. Then I couldn't make it out because of his dark glasses.
ya diane foster could be alil rude if you werent a serious artist, she knew who was just cruising threw her class and who really wanted to do art, i had to take a few credits just to graduate and hers was an easy pass. One time i had to get into a cabinet in art class and there was a painting leaning against the cabinet and i slid the painting over to open the door. 20 minutes later i hear her screaming that someone ruined her expensive fur coat or something i look up and she apparently slid her chair out and her jacket was wrapped around her chair and it went into this painting which apparently wasnt dry lol, i thought for a minute ,should i admit to this or not???? well i did and apologized over and over, she goes if you were really sorry you would have offered to have it dry cleaned!! i think back on this and think wtf?? i was a 15 yr old kid with a a paper route , maybe you should have hung that painting on an easel! ! maybe i should send her a check for her dry cleaning services now 20 some years later ? on second thought naw
This Foster woman had her paintings on display at the Lincoln House restaurant. They were featured on every wall, celebrating the talent of a local artist. They all looked like vaginas. Yes. Each work had a giant vagina centered in the frame, with various takes on background. Everyone that ate there knew what they were, hopefully. No one said a word. Was a model involved or were these self portraits?
I don't remember any art taught in Jefferson between third grade and tenth grade (when it was an elective). Just not much art going on there. Somebody feel free to correct me if I am mistaken.
cooper has alot of memories for me. i remember once our 6th grade teacher mrs conroy once pouring the last few drops of her coffee onto my friends head as a joke i guess, well i told him it had run down the back of his neck to his vest jacket and left stains (coffee i thought) well he jumped up and ran to her desk when she wasnt looking and took her coffee mug and went out and filled it with water and proceeded to come back into the room and and found her at her desk and poured the whole thing on top of her HAIR! oh my god it was hialrious, she didnt think so and freaked out! he said "well you did it to me!" i think he got sent to the principles office
memories of high school... john kinley was a cool and very funny teacher but man he had anger management issues. One day i was sitting in his classroom 5 or 10 mins before school was to start and he came in with his head down and literally kicked a 8 foot table across clear across the room like he was in a rage or something, another time at one of our pep rallies when all the different classes stand up and do there cheer, well its a rite of passage that everyone boos the freshman when they do theres , well we all did and out of no where kinley comes running down the aisle screaming and acting like he had tourettes syndrome yelling at us to shut our mouths and show respect etc etc , i swear to god at first everyone was laughing thinking he was just putting on an act cuz he was pretty funny but soon realized he was freaking out for real, i remember some of the teachers there standing around with there mouths open wide in shock. I think last i heard he is a principle somewhere in iowa
Gary Hart visited JCHS when running for president. This was the first time he ran, before the Monkey Business sex scandal with Donna Rice. Someone had dropped a school lunch brownie on the floor of the theater up front. Gary Hart noticed it and made a comment. After he left, principal Jerry Waugh made a point of chewing out the entire assembly for failing to present a good image of the school to the Senator.
I am convinced that had it not been for that brownie, Gary Hart never would have felt that hunger that led to him getting all up in Donna Rice and wrecking his presidential hopes.
F ol Jake. He was a first class prick. I never partook in the festivities, well ok maybe once, alright every year his house ended up egged during homecoming and Halloween. Bob Schmidt on the other hand, was in my opinion a fair guy and man of his word.
Bob Schmidt was the high school principal while I was there. I am not familiar with Jerry Waugh. When was he at JSPC? What did Bob Schmidt do (superintendant, maybe)? I found that I got along with Mr. Schmidt a lot better after I graduated. He did make me set up chairs at commencement before he would give me my diploma. Something about my not attending PE the last semester - I'm sure they were trumped-up charges.
Mrs. Rosella Reese, about 55 years old, walks into her 6th grade classroom on the northwest side of the 3rd floor to see a student holding onto Dave Newell's shoes that are hanging out the window. Dave was already lying on the ground, with his face dirtied. The guy holding onto Dave's shoes was screaming, "Dave, Dave, I can't hold on anymore!" and proceeds to drop the shoes. Mrs. Reese is all aflutter, runs to the window, sees Dave writhing and moaning, and goes down the fire escape to help him. Dave pops up, goes around to the front entrance and runs up the stairs to the classroom, dusts himself off and is sitting calmly in his desk as if nothing happened when Mrs. Reese wearily gets back to a perfectly normal class.
I wonder if she mentioned this incident to anyone besides her husband.
Marty, please confirm, deny or amend whatever is needed changed.
Man Electrocuted by Peeing on Power Line Authorities believe a Washington man was killed by accidentally urinating on a downed power line after a car crash. Roy Messenger, 50, evidently did not see the line and his urine stream served as a conductor, allowing the electricity to reach his body.
Lee Covault, 7th grade shop teacher told us he'd once urinated on an electric fence. He suggested we not do that. Advice worth remembering.
I had the luxury of having Mrs. Reese in her final year. She may have been a good teacher at some point in her career, but by the time I showed up, she was losing it. She was getting forgetful, and was unable to maintain any kind of order in her classroom. She ran down the hall to get John Barber, the principal, during nearly every one of her classes I was in. I'm sure he suggested that she retire.
I heard some roustabouts in Mrs. Reese's last few years would pretend there was a like a string at the doorway to her room and would carefully lift their leg to clear it so they did not trip. She may have done likewise. Also, reports of paper airplanes in her hair.
does anyone remember mrs gumm the high school french teacher? she was a sweet lady but man oh man the kids ran that class, she would actually sit at her desk and cry about how mean mr waugh was to her, you could get away with just about anything in that room once the doors were shut
i saw a picture of the high school teacher Miss green recently in the paper i gotta say i think that woman has discovered the fountain of youth doesnt look like she has aged very much at all, she was actually one of the rare pretty teachers in jefferson that you could actually have a crush on, im racking my brain here trying to think of any other teacher that i had that i admired hmmmmmmmm............
Mrs. Gumm had 12 students taking 5 classes (French 1, 2, and 3 & Russian 1 and 3)all in one 50 minute period when I was there.
I thought Scott Smith,class of '74, would make a very convincing Russian. Good accent and command of language, strong and stocky-put him in a Dr. Zhivago hat and winter garb & he'd be ready for spy or ambassadorial service (depending on the year Marty).
I forgot about that imaginary string thing we used to do in Mrs. Reese's doorway. We sometimes got the whole class to do it. Afterward, I can still see Mrs. Reese bending down, feeling up and down the sides of the door jamb. It was hilarious.
John Rowland was the best teacher this school system has ever seen period! I heard from a buddy of mine recently that he was trying to qualify for the senior golf tour. He plays out of Raccoon Valley formerly the Bend. I believe he is the senior champion at that course. Darn good guy and great golfer!!
We have reason to believe that the previous post was submitted by John Rowland. I don't know what his handicap is, but I do know that the Raccoon Valley golf course is the easiest course I have ever encountered.
john rowland the greatest teacher???? are you kidding me???? you must not have had his class then, this guy put the fear of god in his students, i once saw him ask a student a question in class and the kid didnt know the answer and rowland goes " ya wanna know why you dont know?" "Because you got a D LETTER!!!!" true story! totally humilated this kid in front of the whole class , you could hear a pin drop. We always heard he liked the root beer a lil too much and might have been under the weather alot lol.
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The pink penitentiary-I always thought the boiler room was mysterious/dangerous. I never rode down the fire escape on the north end of the second floor. 1964-65 was the only time I attended school on a Saturday to make up for a snow day. I remember going to the bathroom there and a 1967 Lee Stange (with the Red Sox)baseball card dropped into the tolilet-briefly. Yes, Boston won a great AL pennant race that year. I don't believe the 2 are interrelated. I knocked heads with Linda Dunivan while running and came out the loser. I'd race the school bus home and almost always lose. I really liked those 192 page bios about famous American's childhoods. Miss Dayhuff, a former nun, would have plenty of contests or competitions for us. We'd play "grandma's big-fat-toe", trying to get the other person to laugh in 5 seconds. Mrs. Bills/Lawson was a lot of fun as a teacher. We played a lot of kickball. Magnus Nelson was principal. Fish sticks were all right by me for lunch.
All the praise for Jack Oatts is not the way I remember him. If you were in shop classes he did not have time for you. He built a wall around the music department and did not want to waste his time with average students. It's too bad the rest of the community could not see this. He more then once put me down in front of the entire band, he was nothing more then a bully.
I remember eating our meals in the hallway of the junior high school. What a strange setup. We were not allowed to have green grapes because every time they had served that to us, we all threw them around the tables as projectiles.
I still can hear Mr. Mohr running along the tables shouting "Disgrace!!" while we peppered him with grapes.
The students who were bused to Cooper for fifth and sixth grade were really in for an experience. They had a great gym, with the library behind it. they ate lunch in the basement on an old basketball court. John Barber, the principal, was an exceptional man.
There were literally acres of grounds for use at recess.
Did anybody ever actually check a book out of the school library??
I recall the snow piles at the pink school and having king of the mountain fights during recess. I also will never forget Mrs Teresa Chesler slamming my hand in my desk for getting out my comb and fixing my hair during first grade. 30+ years later, I still hate that woman. I also remember watching the space shuttle Challenger blow up. We had a small tv on a cart from the library to watch the now infamous launch.
My favorite high school story is the time that we had a miserable lunch featuring watered-down beef and noodles. It was so bad that I literally took a plate of it in to principal Bob Schmidt's office and slapped it on his desk in front of him. "Would you eat this?" I asked. I think it caught him off guard. Anyway, he was still telling that story 30 years later after church, and laughing about it.
Pink School--pink because the district got a deal on leftover paint. Loved the secret dungeon behind it and all the freakishly dangerous playground equipment.
Cooper--Mister Anderson doing PE on Friday's with "Go You Chicken Fat, Go Away!" and the various and sundry dungeons behind the stage. And the motherf***in can game. Best PE sport ever. Dodgeball, but with a bowling pin on a coffee can and a goalkeeper to defend it. Still amazed that Olive Umbaugh was Frank Umbaugh's (unsuccessful mayoral candidate's) mom.
Junior High--nothing remarkable about the building, but only later did I realize it must have been some kind of gay--er, I mean, bachelor--hangout it was.
High school--shut your mouth about Jack Oatts. He was one hep cat. You shoprats had Ted Ely; leave Oatts to the sophisticates. Or band fags. Whatever.
I'd completely forgotten where the Cooper library was. I didn't realize how frugal they were w/money back then (the lunchroom experience). I loved playing passball in the gym (incomplete pass was a change of possession). Ron Rohovit (middle linebacker/fullback) creamed poor Dave Krause (bookworm)in the endzone one time.
Not only was the Cooper library behind the stage, I remember a bunch of tunnels running back and forth down there below and behind the stage. I also remember that all the lockers were connected - you could crawl into one and emerge from another one down at the other end of the hall.
Riding the bus to Cooper on band day. 54 students, 40 instruments, and no seat belts. Fortunately, a perfectly flat road and absolutely no traffic.
Almost every male teacher I had between fifth and ninth grade was a bachelor. Mr. Traughber, Mr. Brunner, Mr. Lutz, Mr. Dillard, Mr. Porter - what an unusual coincidence.
I also had a lot of teachers who were very, very near retirement. Mrs. Bakely, Mrs. Reese, Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Barber, Mrs. Parish, Mrs. Cripe, Mrs. Taggert, Mrs. Hultquist, Mr. Andrusyk, etc. It was as though a whole group of teachers left about the same time. Students who graduated in the 80's must have had a bunch of pretty young teachers.
i can remember taking basic art in high school which was connected kinda to the stage in the theatre and we would be hearing band having practice if they didnt hit there notes right jack oattes would start a verbal attack on them with 4 letter words i had never even heard of it was hilarious. it sounded somtehing like this. " ok ready,,,,,,,,,,,,, a one a two.... a three........ NO G#da%$@&#*!!!NOGO#%^&%MM(T!!!!
Twice a week Jack Oattes came out to the Cooper building and had band lessons all day. First the clarinets, then drums, then trumpets, etc. When you were in the fifth grade he helped anyone who was interested pickout and learn to play the instrument of his choosing. He didn't spend all week messing around with the jazz band. He must have been a very patient man.
When I was a senior, I was making out my schedule with Bill Limburg and needed an extra class to fulfill graduation requirements. He said,"Why not take ArtII?, there are plenty of openings there." I said fine, do it.
When I showed up for class, Dianne Foster very rudely told me I had to take ArtI first, and basically to get my ass out of there and so forth.
It occurred to me at the time that Limburg in some way should have been aware of this little catch.
If I remember correctly, I took an extra study hall or something. It's been a long time.
Who the hell was Bill Limburg? I don't remember seeing or hearing from Mr. Limburg my entire senior year. As far as that goes, I didn't see him my junior year, either. Or my sophomore year. I wondered what he looked like until I saw his picture in a yearbook. Then I couldn't make it out because of his dark glasses.
Does Ray Dillard's old classroom in the middle school still have carpeting in it?
ya diane foster could be alil rude if you werent a serious artist, she knew who was just cruising threw her class and who really wanted to do art, i had to take a few credits just to graduate and hers was an easy pass. One time i had to get into a cabinet in art class and there was a painting leaning against the cabinet and i slid the painting over to open the door. 20 minutes later i hear her screaming that someone ruined her expensive fur coat or something i look up and she apparently slid her chair out and her jacket was wrapped around her chair and it went into this painting which apparently wasnt dry lol, i thought for a minute ,should i admit to this or not???? well i did and apologized over and over, she goes if you were really sorry you would have offered to have it dry cleaned!! i think back on this and think wtf?? i was a 15 yr old kid with a a paper route , maybe you should have hung that painting on an easel! ! maybe i should send her a check for her dry cleaning services now 20 some years later ? on second thought naw
This Foster woman had her paintings on display at the Lincoln House restaurant. They were featured on every wall, celebrating the talent of a local artist. They all looked like vaginas. Yes. Each work had a giant vagina centered in the frame, with various takes on background. Everyone that ate there knew what they were, hopefully. No one said a word. Was a model involved or were these self portraits?
Marty Bryant needs to pass along the story about his class' 1977 homecoming float.
I don't remember any art taught in Jefferson between third grade and tenth grade (when it was an elective). Just not much art going on there. Somebody feel free to correct me if I am mistaken.
cooper has alot of memories for me. i remember once our 6th grade teacher mrs conroy once pouring the last few drops of her coffee onto my friends head as a joke i guess, well i told him it had run down the back of his neck to his vest jacket and left stains (coffee i thought) well he jumped up and ran to her desk when she wasnt looking and took her coffee mug and went out and filled it with water and proceeded to come back into the room and and found her at her desk and poured the whole thing on top of her HAIR! oh my god it was hialrious, she didnt think so and freaked out! he said "well you did it to me!" i think he got sent to the principles office
ok somebody settle this age old arguement??? Mr East Toupee or Nottoupee? that is the question
memories of high school... john kinley was a cool and very funny teacher but man he had anger management issues. One day i was sitting in his classroom 5 or 10 mins before school was to start and he came in with his head down and literally kicked a 8 foot table across clear across the room like he was in a rage or something, another time at one of our pep rallies when all the different classes stand up and do there cheer, well its a rite of passage that everyone boos the freshman when they do theres , well we all did and out of no where kinley comes running down the aisle screaming and acting like he had tourettes syndrome yelling at us to shut our mouths and show respect etc etc , i swear to god at first everyone was laughing thinking he was just putting on an act cuz he was pretty funny but soon realized he was freaking out for real, i remember some of the teachers there standing around with there mouths open wide in shock. I think last i heard he is a principle somewhere in iowa
Kinley is the Superintendent at Gilbert just NW of Ames. Guy was a heckuva wrestling coach.
Gary Hart visited JCHS when running for president. This was the first time he ran, before the Monkey Business sex scandal with Donna Rice. Someone had dropped a school lunch brownie on the floor of the theater up front. Gary Hart noticed it and made a comment. After he left, principal Jerry Waugh made a point of chewing out the entire assembly for failing to present a good image of the school to the Senator.
I am convinced that had it not been for that brownie, Gary Hart never would have felt that hunger that led to him getting all up in Donna Rice and wrecking his presidential hopes.
F ol Jake. He was a first class prick. I never partook in the festivities, well ok maybe once, alright every year his house ended up egged during homecoming and Halloween. Bob Schmidt on the other hand, was in my opinion a fair guy and man of his word.
Bob Schmidt was the high school principal while I was there. I am not familiar with Jerry Waugh. When was he at JSPC? What did Bob Schmidt do (superintendant, maybe)?
I found that I got along with Mr. Schmidt a lot better after I graduated. He did make me set up chairs at commencement before he would give me my diploma. Something about my not attending PE the last semester - I'm sure they were trumped-up charges.
I didn't know that John Kinley was in Gilbert. The last I heard he was a principal or something at Boone. Good for him.
Marty Bryant story from Cooper grade school
Mrs. Rosella Reese, about 55 years old, walks into her 6th grade classroom on the northwest side of the 3rd floor to see a student holding onto Dave Newell's shoes that are hanging out the window. Dave was already lying on the ground, with his face dirtied. The guy holding onto Dave's shoes was screaming, "Dave, Dave, I can't hold on anymore!" and proceeds to drop the shoes. Mrs. Reese is all aflutter, runs to the window, sees Dave writhing and moaning, and goes down the fire escape to help him. Dave pops up, goes around to the front entrance and runs up the stairs to the classroom, dusts himself off and is sitting calmly in his desk as if nothing happened when Mrs. Reese wearily gets back to a perfectly normal class.
I wonder if she mentioned this incident to anyone besides her husband.
Marty, please confirm, deny or amend whatever is needed changed.
Man Electrocuted by Peeing on Power Line
Authorities believe a Washington man was killed by accidentally urinating on a downed power line after a car crash. Roy Messenger, 50, evidently did not see the line and his urine stream served as a conductor, allowing the electricity to reach his body.
Lee Covault, 7th grade shop teacher told us he'd once urinated on an electric fence. He suggested we not do that. Advice worth remembering.
The story Lee Covault told you was one he had learned from experience. He actually had a full head of hair prior to learning that lesson.
I had the luxury of having Mrs. Reese in her final year. She may have been a good teacher at some point in her career, but by the time I showed up, she was losing it. She was getting forgetful, and was unable to maintain any kind of order in her classroom. She ran down the hall to get John Barber, the principal, during nearly every one of her classes I was in. I'm sure he suggested that she retire.
I heard some roustabouts in Mrs. Reese's last few years would pretend there was a like a string at the doorway to her room and would carefully lift their leg to clear it so they did not trip. She may have done likewise. Also, reports of paper airplanes in her hair.
She was a sweet woman who'd seen better days.
does anyone remember mrs gumm the high school french teacher? she was a sweet lady but man oh man the kids ran that class, she would actually sit at her desk and cry about how mean mr waugh was to her, you could get away with just about anything in that room once the doors were shut
i saw a picture of the high school teacher Miss green recently in the paper i gotta say i think that woman has discovered the fountain of youth doesnt look like she has aged very much at all, she was actually one of the rare pretty teachers in jefferson that you could actually have a crush on, im racking my brain here trying to think of any other teacher that i had that i admired hmmmmmmmm............
Mrs. Gumm had 12 students taking 5 classes (French 1, 2, and 3 & Russian 1 and 3)all in one 50 minute period when I was there.
I thought Scott Smith,class of '74, would make a very convincing Russian. Good accent and command of language, strong and stocky-put him in a Dr. Zhivago hat and winter garb & he'd be ready for spy or ambassadorial service (depending on the year Marty).
I forgot about that imaginary string thing we used to do in Mrs. Reese's doorway. We sometimes got the whole class to do it. Afterward, I can still see Mrs. Reese bending down, feeling up and down the sides of the door jamb. It was hilarious.
John Rowland was the best teacher this school system has ever seen period! I heard from a buddy of mine recently that he was trying to qualify for the senior golf tour. He plays out of Raccoon Valley formerly the Bend. I believe he is the senior champion at that course. Darn good guy and great golfer!!
We have reason to believe that the previous post was submitted by John Rowland. I don't know what his handicap is, but I do know that the Raccoon Valley golf course is the easiest course I have ever encountered.
john rowland the greatest teacher???? are you kidding me???? you must not have had his class then, this guy put the fear of god in his students, i once saw him ask a student a question in class and the kid didnt know the answer and rowland goes " ya wanna know why you dont know?" "Because you got a D LETTER!!!!" true story! totally humilated this kid in front of the whole class , you could hear a pin drop. We always heard he liked the root beer a lil too much and might have been under the weather alot lol.
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