In a thread about aging it was mentioned that one sign of aging is not being able to remember the names of your teachers. Do you remember yours? And do you remember something about them? How long has it been since you’ve been out of grade school?
It’s been 35 years since 6th grade. Let’s see…
K: Mrs. Mitchell. Nicest lady in the world. I still remember the big warm hug she gave me just before I moved away.
1st: No idea/Mrs. Giandonna. I have no memory of my 1st grade teacher in Iowa. When I moved to New York, I had someone with an easy name, like Smith or Miller. Then she got married and changed it to the unweildly Giandonna. I still remember what she looks like.
2nd: Mrs. Smith. I barely remember her.
3rd: No idea. I remember a Mrs. Tuttle, but I don’t know if she was my teacher.
4th: Mrs. Hill. Nice lady.
5th: Can’t remember the name, but I remember her. Yikes, what a bitch. I hated her.
6th: Mr. Rupersberger. Fairly cool guy. Was into odd things, like the supernatural. I first heard the Kentucky Fried Rat UL from him.
No, Mrs Smith at Indian Creek in Carrollton TX. Nice lady and she had a teacher in the next room named Mrs Schmidt and people were constantly getting them confused. I did wear pigtails fairly regularly though.
1st grade: Mrs. Lockwood
2nd and 3rd grade: Ms. McDonie
Skipped 4th grade
Can’t remember 5th or 6th, although I can remember the OTHER 6th grade teacher (Mr. Harper) just not my own.
Oh, and it should be noted that I was at one school for 1st and 5th grade, another school for 2nd and 3rd, and then a third school for 6th.
K: Mrs. Reese. Don’t remember the classroom number because it was a different school than the rest. She was nice, but I still remember being held back from recess once because I called someone dumb.
Grade 1: Room A-6 - Mrs. Lagomarsino - little old lady type, on the strict side. She spanked a kid in class once.
Grade 2: Room A-5 - Mrs. Krebs - We called her Crabs for a reason (crabby). One day, a group of us were at the reading table with her. Before work began, we were joking around. I made a fart sound with my mouth and laughed. She sent me back to my desk. I was so pissed about it, I apparently didn’t even hear her calling me back to the reading table, repeatedly. She thought I was ignoring her. She called my mom after school, who made me write an apology note to Crabs. I didn’t want to give it to Crabs, so I threw it under the bus in the school parking lot. Someone found it later and gave it to her. She called my mom again, and now I had to apologize for disrupting the class AND for throwing the note under the bus. :mad:
Grade 3: Room B-3 - Mrs. West. Hubba hubba. Hottie. She got pregnant, took the entire class to lunch at McDonalds as a farewell (on my birthday in 1979) and then she was replaced by Mrs. McGill … what a hag!
Grade 4: Room B-4 - Mrs. Grate - another little old lady, but nice. I loved when she took us to see some California Missions. I also loved that when she let the class go alphabetically at times, when the class was acting up, she would reverse the alphabet every other time. My last name is toward the end. (Reading in Room B-6 with Mr. Zeto)
Grade 5: Room C-1 - Mr. Ruby - Nice guy. (Reading class was with Mrs. Hill in C-2).
Grade 6: Room C-6 - Ms. Craig - She was ok. (Reading and social studies with Mr. Petersen in C-4. That guy was a mean asshole. He picked his nose a lot, so he earned the nickname, Mr. Peterpicker. He wanted to show off his new motorcycle without disturbing the other classes, so he wheeled it into the classroom and started it up with all the classroom windows closed. :smack: He married Ms. Craig later.)
Hell, I’m 26 and I recall very little about first and second grade. I remember in first grade there was a bully named Joanna whose ass I eventually kicked, then she (and everybody else) left me alone forever. So I know at least that there was a first grade, and I was there. Second grade? Never happened.
Mrs. Anderson
Mrs. Beavers
Mrs. Zelsman (mean as Hell, with the multiplication tables and all.)
Mrs. Reed
Mrs. Finley (really mean. Truly Evile.)
Mrs. Dearasaugh (Mother was teaching by this time and they were friends.)
I don’t remember my third-grade teacher. It was the year after my mother died and it was kind of a haze for me. My second-grade teacher, which was where I was when she died, had also been my sister’s teacher so I do remember her name. My fifth-grade teacher got married halfway through the year, and I remember her maiden name but not her married name. Everybody else I remember, including the music and art teachers.
Catholic grade school here, grades 1-5. Pretty horrible with names-my favorite was Miss Wright, whose maiden name I remember only because she got married in the middle of the year (forgot what her new name was tho). By far the best of the lot, she is who I use as inspiration when tutoring a young one. Compassionate, patient, nonjudgemental, hell I’d have married her if I could have.
K is a complete blank-it was at a nondenominational school…
2nd was this brainless twit of a nun, who graded me harder than everyone else in the class because I was smarter than they were. Good job boosting my confidence there.
3rd & 5th were both civilians, both must have been PMSing like crazy most of the time as they were total bitches. 5th liked to play favorites, as when she sent me to the 1st grade room after I made a paper airplane, all the while ignoring the little twerp next to me doing the exact same thing.
4th is another blur, another nun I think, only thing I remember is that I disliked her too-by then I was firmly of the opinion that Teacher = Enemy; took me a long while, and some good college instructors, to get me completely over these trust issues when it came to any teacher. I envy those who had competent fair ones that you felt were on your side; mine (save 1st of course) serve me as strong negative examples of what NOT to do when trying to enlighten your charges.
Oh, by 6th grade (and in another Catholic school which made the above one look like Harvard) I had been switched to revolving instructors for specific classes. Mr. Balcerak was a cool science teacher but had falsified his application and was discharged for being a fraud halfway through the year.
K: Don’t remember I was in Germany at the time.
1st: Mrs. Arenz.
2nd: Ms. Murphy
3rd: Mrs. O’Malley/Mrs. Parrish (moved in the middle of 3rd grade)
4th: Mr. Okfen
5th: Mr. Koval
6th: Mr. Semon
