I had a teacher who used to dab the chalk on his tongue. Another who would throw the chalk at the wall where she wanted to graph a point above the grid.
My junior high art teacher stood up the first day of class and very dramatically held his fist in the air exclaiming in a loud voice "THIS IS ART." I've never been much of a visual art buff and as a 12 year old I didn't get it. Still don't...
Can I talk about the most encouraging teacher instead? Mr. Bonacci, 6th grade, of Endion (now low-cost housing).
I was a painfully shy 6th grader when he chose me to be captain of the Hall Cadets (did your school have cadets stationed around the school to make sure you walked, and not ran, went up the correct side of the staircase, etc?) I still remember how that vote of confidence in me felt. And when he was teaching at Congdon when my daughters were there 30 some years later, he still remembered me! I don't know how his trust in me impacted the rest of my life, but I sure know it affected a withdrawn 12 year old at the time. You were the best, Mr. Bonacci!
I was "blessed" with Eugene Luth for Latin I and II and junior English. He was really odd. He marked down one of my papers because in longhand I didn't write an upper case G the way he wanted it. I still think of him when I write a G --fortunately, I don't do it very often! Funny thing, now I write them like he wanted us to. I still make Qs the way I wanted to then. He marked us down for that, too!
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I had a teacher who used to dab the chalk on his tongue. Another who would throw the chalk at the wall where she wanted to graph a point above the grid.
One biology teacher in high school said in class he braked for dragonflies. I saw him last year and reminded him of that and he didn't believe me.
My junior high art teacher stood up the first day of class and very dramatically held his fist in the air exclaiming in a loud voice "THIS IS ART." I've never been much of a visual art buff and as a 12 year old I didn't get it. Still don't...
Can I talk about the most encouraging teacher instead? Mr. Bonacci, 6th grade, of Endion (now low-cost housing).
I was a painfully shy 6th grader when he chose me to be captain of the Hall Cadets (did your school have cadets stationed around the school to make sure you walked, and not ran, went up the correct side of the staircase, etc?) I still remember how that vote of confidence in me felt. And when he was teaching at Congdon when my daughters were there 30 some years later, he still remembered me! I don't know how his trust in me impacted the rest of my life, but I sure know it affected a withdrawn 12 year old at the time. You were the best, Mr. Bonacci!
I was "blessed" with Eugene Luth for Latin I and II and junior English. He was really odd. He marked down one of my papers because in longhand I didn't write an upper case G the way he wanted it. I still think of him when I write a G --fortunately, I don't do it very often! Funny thing, now I write them like he wanted us to. I still make Qs the way I wanted to then. He marked us down for that, too!
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