A USA State You Want to Visit
- Alaska
- California
- Hawaii
- Washington
A USA State You Want to Visit
- Alaska
- California
- Hawaii
- Washington
- Montana
Woohoo! I’ve been to #1-4 already.
A USA State You Want to Visit
- Alaska
- California
- Hawaii
- Washington
- Montana
- Louisiana
A USA State You Want to Visit
- Alaska
- California
- Hawaii
- Washington
- Montana
- Louisiana
- Oregon
A USA State You Want to Visit
- Alaska
- California
- Hawaii
- Washington
- Montana
- Louisiana
- Oregon
- Colorado
A USA State You Want to Visit
- Alaska
- California
- Hawaii
- Washington
- Montana
- Louisiana
- Oregon
- Colorado
- Idaho
Woohoo! I’ve still been to every state others have mentioned!
A USA State You Want to Visit
- Alaska
- California
- Hawaii
- Washington
- Montana
- Louisiana
- Oregon
- Colorado
- Idaho
- Maine
Woo-Hoo! I’ve been to 49 of them; I only need Alaska!
A USA State You Want to Visit
- Alaska
- California
- Hawaii
- Washington
- Montana
- Louisiana
- Oregon
- Colorado
- Idaho
- Maine
- Michigan
A USA State You Want to Visit
- Alaska
- California
- Hawaii
- Washington
- Montana
- Louisiana
- Oregon
- Colorado
- Idaho
- Maine
- Michigan
- North Dakota
A USA State You Want to Visit
- Alaska
- California
- Hawaii
- Washington
- Montana
- Louisiana
- Oregon
- Colorado
- Idaho
- Maine
- Michigan
- North Dakota
- Ohio
Your best teacher ever:
- Miss Wright, 1st grade: Unlike the harpies which followed her (Catholic school), she took a gentle, compassionate approach to her teaching, one which I still channel when I am working with my own little ones. Yes had a pretty big crush on her at the time, in case you can’t tell.
Your best teacher ever:
- Miss Wright, 1st grade: Unlike the harpies which followed her (Catholic school), she took a gentle, compassionate approach to her teaching, one which I still channel when I am working with my own little ones. Yes had a pretty big crush on her at the time, in case you can’t tell.
- Mr. Oliver, 11th grade. Nerdy, old, covered in chalkdust, about as un-stylish as it was possible to be, ridiculed by most of the student body, harder than hell–and I loved him, because he pushed me and made me think. And he was cool, once you got to know him.
(I hope this can end up being ‘one of your best teachers ever’ if it slows down…)
[And yes I later realized that I used the “best” thing again. I’ll alter it if the thread grinds to halt.]
Your best teacher ever:
- Miss Wright, 1st grade: Unlike the harpies which followed her (Catholic school), she took a gentle, compassionate approach to her teaching, one which I still channel when I am working with my own little ones. Yes had a pretty big crush on her at the time, in case you can’t tell.
- Mr. Oliver, 11th grade. Nerdy, old, covered in chalkdust, about as un-stylish as it was possible to be, ridiculed by most of the student body, harder than hell–and I loved him, because he pushed me and made me think. And he was cool, once you got to know him.
- Mrs. Hanna, music teacher, 6th grade. Her music classes were more of a “20th century rock 'n roll appreciation class”; she introduced me to The Beatles, The Eagles, Peter, Paul & Mary, and Sonny & Cher, to name but a few. On top of this, she herself was awesome.
Your best teacher ever:
- Miss Wright, 1st grade: Unlike the harpies which followed her (Catholic school), she took a gentle, compassionate approach to her teaching, one which I still channel when I am working with my own little ones. Yes had a pretty big crush on her at the time, in case you can’t tell.
- Mr. Oliver, 11th grade. Nerdy, old, covered in chalkdust, about as un-stylish as it was possible to be, ridiculed by most of the student body, harder than hell–and I loved him, because he pushed me and made me think. And he was cool, once you got to know him.
- Mrs. Hanna, music teacher, 6th grade. Her music classes were more of a “20th century rock 'n roll appreciation class”; she introduced me to The Beatles, The Eagles, Peter, Paul & Mary, and Sonny & Cher, to name but a few. On top of this, she herself was awesome.
- Mr. Mike Healy, 6th grade, Latham Ridge Elementary: an inspiring guy with a good sense of humor; we would play knowledge games with 2 teams lined up at the blackboard, he’d call out the question and the first to write the answer wins a point; an athlete, he’d play basketball and football with us during recess.
Your best teacher ever:
- Miss Wright, 1st grade: Unlike the harpies which followed her (Catholic school), she took a gentle, compassionate approach to her teaching, one which I still channel when I am working with my own little ones. Yes had a pretty big crush on her at the time, in case you can’t tell.
- Mr. Oliver, 11th grade. Nerdy, old, covered in chalkdust, about as un-stylish as it was possible to be, ridiculed by most of the student body, harder than hell–and I loved him, because he pushed me and made me think. And he was cool, once you got to know him.
- Mrs. Hanna, music teacher, 6th grade. Her music classes were more of a “20th century rock 'n roll appreciation class”; she introduced me to The Beatles, The Eagles, Peter, Paul & Mary, and Sonny & Cher, to name but a few. On top of this, she herself was awesome.
- Mr. Mike Healy, 6th grade, Latham Ridge Elementary: an inspiring guy with a good sense of humor; we would play knowledge games with 2 teams lined up at the blackboard, he’d call out the question and the first to write the answer wins a point; an athlete, he’d play basketball and football with us during recess.
- Mr. Tadler, 9th grade - English teacher, smart and witty, grumpy on the outside but with a heart of gold. Very encouraging to his students and a wonderful guy once you got to know him. Cast me in my first play.
Your best teacher ever:
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Miss Wright, 1st grade: Unlike the harpies which followed her (Catholic school), she took a gentle, compassionate approach to her teaching, one which I still channel when I am working with my own little ones. Yes had a pretty big crush on her at the time, in case you can’t tell.
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Mr. Oliver, 11th grade. Nerdy, old, covered in chalkdust, about as un-stylish as it was possible to be, ridiculed by most of the student body, harder than hell–and I loved him, because he pushed me and made me think. And he was cool, once you got to know him.
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Mrs. Hanna, music teacher, 6th grade. Her music classes were more of a “20th century rock 'n roll appreciation class”; she introduced me to The Beatles, The Eagles, Peter, Paul & Mary, and Sonny & Cher, to name but a few. On top of this, she herself was awesome.
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Mr. Mike Healy, 6th grade, Latham Ridge Elementary: an inspiring guy with a good sense of humor; we would play knowledge games with 2 teams lined up at the blackboard, he’d call out the question and the first to write the answer wins a point; an athlete, he’d play basketball and football with us during recess.
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Mr. Tadler, 9th grade - English teacher, smart and witty, grumpy on the outside but with a heart of gold. Very encouraging to his students and a wonderful guy once you got to know him. Cast me in my first play.
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Mr. Vern L. Ripley III, 11th grade American History – Introduced me to such figures as Thurlow Weed, who ended up being the subject of a paper I wrote for a history course in college. Didn’t hide his disgust for Nixon (who had resigned the presidency the summer between my freshman and sophomore high school years), but also talked before class about the Cleveland Cavaliers (who made it to the NBA’s Eastern Conference finals that '75-'76 season in only their sixth year of existence). You may have read some of Vern’s work, as he was a prolific letter writer – I saw his work in USA Today, and I believe he was also published in Time and/or Newsweek.
Your best teacher ever:
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Miss Wright, 1st grade: Unlike the harpies which followed her (Catholic school), she took a gentle, compassionate approach to her teaching, one which I still channel when I am working with my own little ones. Yes had a pretty big crush on her at the time, in case you can’t tell.
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Mr. Oliver, 11th grade. Nerdy, old, covered in chalkdust, about as un-stylish as it was possible to be, ridiculed by most of the student body, harder than hell–and I loved him, because he pushed me and made me think. And he was cool, once you got to know him.
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Mrs. Hanna, music teacher, 6th grade. Her music classes were more of a “20th century rock 'n roll appreciation class”; she introduced me to The Beatles, The Eagles, Peter, Paul & Mary, and Sonny & Cher, to name but a few. On top of this, she herself was awesome.
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Mr. Mike Healy, 6th grade, Latham Ridge Elementary: an inspiring guy with a good sense of humor; we would play knowledge games with 2 teams lined up at the blackboard, he’d call out the question and the first to write the answer wins a point; an athlete, he’d play basketball and football with us during recess.
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Mr. Tadler, 9th grade - English teacher, smart and witty, grumpy on the outside but with a heart of gold. Very encouraging to his students and a wonderful guy once you got to know him. Cast me in my first play.
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Mr. Vern L. Ripley III, 11th grade American History – Introduced me to such figures as Thurlow Weed, who ended up being the subject of a paper I wrote for a history course in college. Didn’t hide his disgust for Nixon (who had resigned the presidency the summer between my freshman and sophomore high school years), but also talked before class about the Cleveland Cavaliers (who made it to the NBA’s Eastern Conference finals that '75-'76 season in only their sixth year of existence). You may have read some of Vern’s work, as he was a prolific letter writer – I saw his work in USA Today, and I believe he was also published in Time and/or Newsweek.
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Mr. Pinkerton - 6th/7th/8th grade (3 grades in the same rural NorCal classroom, a la Little House on the Prairie) He would dissect roadkill racoons and such on the outdoor basketball court. He would do cider fundraisers with us by getting local homesteads with orchards to let us come pick apples. We’d use an electric grinder and a cider press. It was sooooo good but it ruined me for the rest of my life as far as that swill that passes for apple juice (though Martinelli’s gets a traditional pass). He’d help us build giant Rube Goldberg machines and human-powered kinetic sculptures. Had at least a half-dozen computers (Trash80s and Apples) in our 25 student classroom in 1984.
Your best teacher ever:
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Miss Wright, 1st grade: Unlike the harpies which followed her (Catholic school), she took a gentle, compassionate approach to her teaching, one which I still channel when I am working with my own little ones. Yes had a pretty big crush on her at the time, in case you can’t tell.
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Mr. Oliver, 11th grade. Nerdy, old, covered in chalkdust, about as un-stylish as it was possible to be, ridiculed by most of the student body, harder than hell–and I loved him, because he pushed me and made me think. And he was cool, once you got to know him.
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Mrs. Hanna, music teacher, 6th grade. Her music classes were more of a “20th century rock 'n roll appreciation class”; she introduced me to The Beatles, The Eagles, Peter, Paul & Mary, and Sonny & Cher, to name but a few. On top of this, she herself was awesome.
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Mr. Mike Healy, 6th grade, Latham Ridge Elementary: an inspiring guy with a good sense of humor; we would play knowledge games with 2 teams lined up at the blackboard, he’d call out the question and the first to write the answer wins a point; an athlete, he’d play basketball and football with us during recess.
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Mr. Tadler, 9th grade - English teacher, smart and witty, grumpy on the outside but with a heart of gold. Very encouraging to his students and a wonderful guy once you got to know him. Cast me in my first play.
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Mr. Vern L. Ripley III, 11th grade American History – Introduced me to such figures as Thurlow Weed, who ended up being the subject of a paper I wrote for a history course in college. Didn’t hide his disgust for Nixon (who had resigned the presidency the summer between my freshman and sophomore high school years), but also talked before class about the Cleveland Cavaliers (who made it to the NBA’s Eastern Conference finals that '75-'76 season in only their sixth year of existence). You may have read some of Vern’s work, as he was a prolific letter writer – I saw his work in USA Today, and I believe he was also published in Time and/or Newsweek.
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Mr. Pinkerton - 6th/7th/8th grade (3 grades in the same rural NorCal classroom, a la Little House on the Prairie) He would dissect roadkill racoons and such on the outdoor basketball court. He would do cider fundraisers with us by getting local homesteads with orchards to let us come pick apples. We’d use an electric grinder and a cider press. It was sooooo good but it ruined me for the rest of my life as far as that swill that passes for apple juice (though Martinelli’s gets a traditional pass). He’d help us build giant Rube Goldberg machines and human-powered kinetic sculptures. Had at least a half-dozen computers (Trash80s and Apples) in our 25 student classroom in 1984.
This is another “one and only one” category. John DiFool, can we change it to something like “A Favorite Teacher”?
Go for it.:smack:
Your best teacher ever:
- Miss Wright, 1st grade: Unlike the harpies which followed her (Catholic school), she took a gentle, compassionate approach to her teaching, one which I still channel when I am working with my own little ones. Yes had a pretty big crush on her at the time, in case you can’t tell.
- Mr. Oliver, 11th grade. Nerdy, old, covered in chalkdust, about as un-stylish as it was possible to be, ridiculed by most of the student body, harder than hell–and I loved him, because he pushed me and made me think. And he was cool, once you got to know him.
- Mrs. Hanna, music teacher, 6th grade. Her music classes were more of a “20th century rock 'n roll appreciation class”; she introduced me to The Beatles, The Eagles, Peter, Paul & Mary, and Sonny & Cher, to name but a few. On top of this, she herself was awesome.
- Mr. Mike Healy, 6th grade, Latham Ridge Elementary: an inspiring guy with a good sense of humor; we would play knowledge games with 2 teams lined up at the blackboard, he’d call out the question and the first to write the answer wins a point; an athlete, he’d play basketball and football with us during recess.
- Mr. Tadler, 9th grade - English teacher, smart and witty, grumpy on the outside but with a heart of gold. Very encouraging to his students and a wonderful guy once you got to know him. Cast me in my first play.
- Mr. Vern L. Ripley III, 11th grade American History – Introduced me to such figures as Thurlow Weed, who ended up being the subject of a paper I wrote for a history course in college. Didn’t hide his disgust for Nixon (who had resigned the presidency the summer between my freshman and sophomore high school years), but also talked before class about the Cleveland Cavaliers (who made it to the NBA’s Eastern Conference finals that '75-'76 season in only their sixth year of existence). You may have read some of Vern’s work, as he was a prolific letter writer – I saw his work in USA Today, and I believe he was also published in Time and/or Newsweek.
- Mr. Pinkerton - 6th/7th/8th grade (3 grades in the same rural NorCal classroom, a la Little House on the Prairie) He would dissect roadkill racoons and such on the outdoor basketball court. He would do cider fundraisers with us by getting local homesteads with orchards to let us come pick apples. We’d use an electric grinder and a cider press. It was sooooo good but it ruined me for the rest of my life as far as that swill that passes for apple juice (though Martinelli’s gets a traditional pass). He’d help us build giant Rube Goldberg machines and human-powered kinetic sculptures. Had at least a half-dozen computers (Trash80s and Apples) in our 25 student classroom in 1984.
- Joe Gerardi - My 7th grade English teacher.