tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post7360007252830608457..comments2023-12-25T05:37:14.875-08:00Comments on Bronwyn Green's Random Thoughts : Wish I'd Had Teachers Like TheseBronwyn Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932056019850822590noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-30462379743030682352007-12-04T17:33:00.000-08:002007-12-04T17:33:00.000-08:00One of my co-workers is the best reading teacher I...One of my co-workers is the best reading teacher I've ever seen. He dressed in a full Batman suit and came as a guest reader to the younger grades. He plays a review game where if you get an answer right, you get to shoot for a basket or do a bonus question for a point. If you are his neighbor it gets very loud, but it is a lot of fun.Jacquéline Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15763280397841660587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-22645121416168757222007-12-04T06:01:00.000-08:002007-12-04T06:01:00.000-08:00Cracked up my HS history teacher one day. We had t...Cracked up my HS history teacher one day. We had to write the preamble to the Constitution; I had paid attention to 'School House Rock' on Saturday mornings, so I 'sang' it softly to myself as I was writing it. Afterwards, he stopped me before leaving class.<BR/><BR/>"McIntire, what were you singing during the quiz?"<BR/><BR/>"The Preamble, School House Rock style."<BR/><BR/>"What?"<BR/><BR/>I explained.<BR/><BR/>"You didn't teach it to anyone else, did you?"<BR/><BR/>"Well, if they watch Saturday morning cartoons..."<BR/><BR/>"Get out of my class." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. Needless to say, I was one of a handful who got all the words right!Molly Danielshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01488325587798390008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-31834929777313674472007-12-03T16:18:00.000-08:002007-12-03T16:18:00.000-08:00I will never get tired of the story of Sister Mary...I will never get tired of the story of Sister Mary Projector.Jenny Trouthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08759432656586252689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-63476797747460231742007-12-01T08:44:00.000-08:002007-12-01T08:44:00.000-08:00Mr. Elliot, sexy stud of political science in high...Mr. Elliot, sexy stud of political science in high school who gave double meanings to everything and had a horrible temper, but it was hot! "What's wrong Kelly? Haven't you ever seen anyone screw before?" as he fixed the projection screen. (looking back as a mom, this is creepy. At the time, I fantasized about him like every other senior femme).<BR/><BR/>or Mr. P the portuguese teacher whom I could skip class on and still deliver her class mail later in the day. She'd shake her finger at me and I'd give her a sob story about a non existent boyfriend, bad period, or stubbed toe. She'd hug me tell me not to worry about it.<BR/><BR/>or N, the 30 something history teacher, hippie extraordinaire even well past hippie years who rewrote history to tell the story of oppression wherever possible.<BR/><BR/>Mr. Gunn, the yearbook advisor who hated me cause I'm female (okay he hated all the women cause they were female but I was the editor and a christian so that made me fair game for him to persecute) only to publish the yearbook and deliberately rename all female positions to the boys who never had to work in class. Pissed me off big! **side note, ten years later he became a christian too, tracked down my parents and issued an apology. Kelly vindicated.**Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947952583116323744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-31593141960951201112007-11-30T12:50:00.000-08:002007-11-30T12:50:00.000-08:00I was in nine schools in nine years. I lucked out ...I was in nine schools in nine years. I lucked out and had excellent teachers... some more so that others. I was very, very lucky.Anny Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05305873753916213970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-20752672121752678052007-11-30T12:39:00.000-08:002007-11-30T12:39:00.000-08:00What is it about teaching? Some of the most gifte...What is it about teaching? Some of the most gifted, talented, nicest, most dedicated people are in that profession, and also some of the strangest.<BR/><BR/>Then again, maybe you can't have one without the other. Kinda like writers....Margaret Yanghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06464624057491288244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-61390126671579094922007-11-30T11:48:00.000-08:002007-11-30T11:48:00.000-08:00As an ex-army brat I had a lot of teachers. The on...As an ex-army brat I had a lot of teachers. The one that sticks out in my mind is a music teacher that told a kid, while in class, he was a dickhead. The teacher then pretended to faint to cover up for what he just said. It was excellent as we got out of music class early that day. I hated music class.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12012768592941285677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-57924176564178210802007-11-30T10:27:00.000-08:002007-11-30T10:27:00.000-08:00Some of these teachers still scare me....Some of these teachers still scare me....Brynn Paulinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12026381921363611389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-66235438401246970092007-11-30T09:33:00.000-08:002007-11-30T09:33:00.000-08:00I want your kids' teachers! Maybe if I reach into...I want your kids' teachers! Maybe if I reach into the superpower bag, I can get "time travel" and go back and have them for teachers instead of the mixed-bag I got.Margaret Yanghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06464624057491288244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-83310133417181592672007-11-30T08:38:00.000-08:002007-11-30T08:38:00.000-08:00I had Sister Regina. She was so mean and nasty to...I had Sister Regina. She was so mean and nasty to me I would have nightmares (in second grade by the way) of her chasing me with a butcher knife screaming at me with glowing nun eyes. Still absolutely frightening.<BR/><BR/>My daughter has had great teachers so far. And my honey is going to be a teacher, and he will be a fantastic one. He is so great with kids and he is young enough that I think they will be able to relate well to him for a while.<BR/><BR/>DakotaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12352767450969548151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807393772786883862.post-87658445328442465942007-11-30T07:45:00.000-08:002007-11-30T07:45:00.000-08:00I adored my 2nd grade teacher, because she saw I ...I adored my 2nd grade teacher, because she saw I was reading well above my grade level and let me go to the 'big kids' library (4th-6th grade) and check out books on her card. Unfortunately, 3rd grade teacher made me stick with our library, so if it wasn't for scouts, I'd have been bored all year!<BR/><BR/>Another adored teacher: 9th grade English. We had to write creatively every other Friday. Enough said.<BR/><BR/>Hated: 4th grade teacher. I wasn't one of her 'pets', so nothing I did was ever good enough! Lived in slight fear of 5th grade teacher, because he paddled, and his stick was on display. I wasn't on the receiving end, but witnessed one of my classmates getting it!<BR/><BR/>Fortunately, my kids had wonderful teachers at their old school. Unfortunately, they have not been so fortunate in their new ones. My son is having a major personality clash with one of his, and it's getting to the point of if he gets her again next semester, hubby and I are going to demand his schedule be rearranged so he can have another teacher!Molly Danielshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01488325587798390008noreply@blogger.com