Tuesday, June 03, 2008
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So school's over for me, summer has arrived, and so far I have spent it mostly cleaning the house and going to physical therapy for my tendonitis.
The first day of therapy, it feels like months ago but is probably more like 6 or 7 weeks, I met a lady with the same condition, only she actually plays tennis. I remember her chatting with the therapists and techs and telling me therapy was akin to having coffee with your girlfriends. I thought she was insane. Therapy to me meant discomfort and inconvenience.
But in the course of therapy I've gotten to know a lot of people, there's not much else to do but talk or read People magazine. One of the techs, Lena, she's studying to be an occupational therapist, goes to school in Denton but lives in Carrollton, not too far from me. I discovered a week or so ago that she went to McKamy Elementary, where the boys go. Small world. Today we got into more detail:
Me: Do you remember any teachers you had at McKamy?
Lena: Just one. Mrs. Swain. *makes a face*
Me: You're kidding me? Both of my boys had her. She's really strict.
Lena: Not just strict, mean. She used to send me to Asia.
Me: What? She used to what?!
Lena: It was like time out. Each corner was a different continent. Antarctica was 5 minutes, South America was 10 minutes, Asia was like 15 minutes.
Me: You are kidding me! And you remember this?! (Lena's 25 I think)
Lena: Oh yeah. She'd say to me, "Lena, do you want to go to Asia?"Wow, I guess certain teachers really make an impression. Any teacher in your life that left such a mark? I only remember the good ones, like Miss Bartell in first grade, loved her. Must have blocked out the unpleasant ones. Of course, maybe I'd remember them if they'd sent me to Asia...
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In 7th grade Mrs. Lovell got all over my friend Gina- threaten to punish her even- for sneezing funny. Gina had one of those great big wind-ups when she sneezed. But then the actual sneeze was as if someone had stepped on a mouse's tail. One little squeak. Mrs. Lovell was convinced Gina was faking it.
I hated her for that.
Funny, that's my maiden name.
I remember my worst teacher the most, but he wasn't til high school.
I remember bits & pieces of teachers I like, but not as strongly.
Mr. Martin was horrible. Leap 9th grade. My friend Jamie did bad on a test one time and when he was passing them out he said that back in the old empires they would make examples of people who messed up or something like that. He said, "It would be like me cutting Jamie's head off and sticking it on the globe for failing the test. I bet no one else would fail my tests after that." He then proceeded to divide the desks, a few on each side of the room, and seperate us. He made Jamie and my friend Brandon sit on the opposite side of the rest of the class, facing us, until the next testing period because they were the only two who had failed. He also said he wanted to enstall electric shockers in our desks so he could shock us everytime we answered a question wrong.
Perhaps the most memorable comment made to me by a teacher in my school years was from my band director who did not like me at all. She walked into class one day, stepped on the podium and said, "Well, I can tell by the look on Clayre's face that this is going to be a bad rehearsal."
^OUCH! Teachers like that should not be teachers.^
I can remember all of my elementary school teachers and several of my high school teachers.
The worst one I had was in 4th grade, Mrs. Chrohn. She just did not like me and I could never figure out why. I have an unconscious habit of twirling my hair when I read or am focused on something, she would come by and just squeeze my hand until I would almost cry. Then 5th grade was Mrs. Dejean with her golden apple bell...I hated that bell.
My 8th grade social studies teacher used to announce to the class that "Kim has diarhea of the mouth... it just keeps spewing....". His name was Mr. Reagan. And... as I just typed that.... I cringed. My 5-yr-old is named Reagan. LOL Ugh.
My 7th grade science teacher wouldn't let you leave his classroom for anything. No one was allowed out to go to the bathroom, to the office, no reason was good enough to leave. What he had to say was too important. I'll never forget the day Donna Keifer puked all over him... She told him she was was going to be sick and he said she couldn't leave. Two seconds later, he was covered. It was gross and funny at the same time.
ryc - that's a good point! AND a funny one! :)
Just found out today that Matt, another tech at PTC, also went to McKamy!