Give or take 30.
I’m 45, MoL. Interestingly enough, I can barely remember a good many of the people I went to high school with, though.
K - Mrs. Baker
1 - Mrs. Hess – my pastor’s wife.
2 - Mrs. Wozny – Or Mrs. Wubbleyou as she called herself.
3 - Mrs. Kvedra – She took over for Mrs. Schwa who had a baby around Christmas.
4 - Mrs. Smith
5 - Mr. Helmer – he has a points chart and you got taken off the chart if you got x number of points behind. I got taken off for a month for trying to tell him that “shit” was not a swear word.
Bah, so my memory’s a sieve when it comes to names. What else is new?
OK, here goes, and, for the record, I’m 44.
Kindergarten: Mrs. Fiene
1st: Miss Bee
2nd: Mrs. Fiene, again
3rd: Mrs. Riggart
4th: Sister Columba, then Sister Maxine (I moved mid-year)
5th: Mrs. Shoultz
6th: Miss Simmons
7th: Mrs. Diette
8th: Mrs. DeGroot
K - Mrs. Salazar
1 - Mrs. Cardenas
2 - Mrs. Brazil
3 - Mrs. Smith
4 - Mrs. Ortiz (my favorite)
5 - Mrs. Ortiz (different one, 4th was Janet, 5th was Giovanna)
Huh, lessee…
Pre-K there were two teachers, one of whom was Mrs. Johnstone.
K also had two teachers, one of whom may have been Mrs. Wheat. (They may have both been my Pre-K teachers, but they are the only two out of the four I remember.)
Grade 1: Ms. Hall, who got married midway through the year and became Mrs. Beck.
Grade 2: Mr. Harris. His first name was Basil, which we all thought was hilarious.
Grade 3: Mrs. Craven.
Grade 4: Mrs. Cody. She was mean.
Grade 5: Mr. Karafelis. Definitely in the running for Best. FRIGGIN’. Teacher. Ever. I had a separate teacher for math but damned if I can remember her name.
Grade 6 was when we started getting exposed to the “switch rooms and teachers every period” approach, so I had Mrs. Ventre (homeroom), Mr. Berry, Miss Hooley, Mrs. Therrien, and Mrs. Brody (who was meaner than Mrs. Cody).
Grade 7 was Mrs. Heath (homeroom), Mr. Derderian, Miss Bybee (replaced by Ms. Nicholson), Mr. Havener, and Mr. Starr.
Grade 8 was Ms. Myers (homeroom), Mr. Scannell, Mr. Boisjolie (I found out that year my mother had dated his cousin when she was in high school), Mr. Watkins, and Mrs. Brindisi.
I turn 40 next month.
Kindergarten: Miss Young. She’s the only one I don’t have a clear picture of in my head. But she left teaching – or at least our school – after my year in her class; she had a baby. I remember being upset when I started first grade and she wasn’t in school any longer.
1st grade: Mrs. Shaw. She didn’t make a big impression. I only remember that I liked her much less than Miss Young.
2nd grade: Mrs. Foster. I’d call her a bitch but I don’t wish to insult Lassie. She spanked a LOT–not just for misbehaving in class, but for getting poor grades. I’m pretty sure she got off on it.
3rd grade: Mrs. Byrne. A plump blond with glasses. She read my older sister the riot act once because, while my mother was ill, my sister let me walk to school on a rainy day without coat or umbrella. I loved her. She’s tied for my favorite with…
4th grade: Miss Dolan. In retrospect she wasn’t a very good teacher, as she didn’t believe in giving homework. She was, however, ridiculously hot.
5th grade: Mrs. Cleaves. She had an … interesting … reputation. Kids always began her class thinking she was an unrepentent bitch, but by about two months into the school year everyone adored her. She only pretended to be a bitch at first because she felt you could always loosen up on discipline, but tightening up was much harder. She’d be my favorite except that, years later, she hurt my baby sister’s feelings by telling her that I was smarter than she (my baby sister), which hurt her feelings. I have a hard time forgiving that, even though I know she was trying to motivate her.
6th grade: Mrs. Van Dyke. Like Cleaves, she pretended to be mean the first six weeks or so of the year and then mellowed out. Of course, by then I was hip to that trick. She gave me my first copy of The Chronicles of Narnia as a Christmas present.
School librarian: Mrs. Thomason. She also directed all the school plays, which were NEVER of the kids-walking-around-dressed-as-vegetable variety. They were always full-blown musicals.
Principal: Mrs. Carrier. Lovely lady. They named a street for her after she retired.
Assistant principal: Mr. Hall. A miserable prick. The best way to illustrate that is to tell the story of his reaction to a TV movie that aired when I was in 6th grade about child molestation. The day after the movie aired the school decided to have an assembly about it, segregated by gender. Mr. Hall led the assembly for the boys, and he spent it mocking the little girl from the movie as stupid, insisting that anything that had happened to her was her fault because she was so obviously stupid.
Gym teacher: Mr. Stennis. An even more miserable prick. Best friend of Mr. Hall, of course. Sick bastard.
Meh. These days, me too. I have strong memories from childhood. But lately, if a meet someone new I’ll forget their name seconds after they tell it to me. It gets embarassing.
I’m pushing 40, dear, sorry.
Huh, funny what gets jarred loose when you rifle through your mental files…
I even remember our middle school was divided into three “wings” - Kittredge, Barnes, and… Cummings(?) for all three years; I was in Kittredge - K6, K7, and K8.
Wonder if this is enough for anyone with a mastery of Google-fu to find out where I went?
I’m 30 and recently thought of this question myself. I was able to remember all mine, save for 3rd grade, but I asked around and figured it out.
I don’t need to publish the list tho, heh.
I went to Catholic school, no K, but 1-8. I remember the names, and I could go to each classroom. Oddly enough, I was thinking about this the other day… Oh, and I graduated 8th grade in 1968.
1 - Sister Mary Alice - very tall (to a 6-y/o) and thin and old.
2 - Miss Strowhecker - she got married and left after she taught us.
3 - Sister Mary Cabrini - that year, the 3rd grade classrooms were in the church basement.
4 - Sister Mary Teresa - I was in her class when Kennedy was killed.
5 - Mrs. Jankowski - who taught my youngest sister in the 5th grade 11 years later.
6 - Sister Mary Timothy - we heard she left the convent. I don’t think our class drove her to it.
7 - Sister Mary Gerald - taught English and Art. I was a horrible artist.
8 - Mrs. Finn - she liked to wear yellow.
And from 2nd grade on, our principal was Sister Mary Madonna. No relation to the singer.
Yup…small Lutheran and Catholic schools. Typically I only had 20 to 30 kids in my entire grade.
Realized that the original poster asked if we remembered anything about said teachers. So…
K: Mrs. Fiene. Dark hair, very red lipstick. In retrospect, she looked like she could have been one of June Cleaver’s bridge partners.
1st: Miss Bee. Very young, I think it was her first year out of college. Long straight hair, glasses. Given that it was 1971, she had a little bit of the hippie-chick look gong.
2nd: Mrs. Fiene again.
3rd: Mrs. Riggart. Middle-aged woman, brown hair, glasses, surprisingly funny sometimes.
4th: Sister Columba. Probably in her 1970s, thought all boys were imbeciles. Had some mail-order company that we’d order posters from, to raise money for the convent. Then, Sister Maxine, who was a lot younger (30s, probably), and didn’t wear a habit (the first nun I’d ever met who didn’t).
5th: Mrs. Schoulz. Lived around the corner from us; her twin sons, Peter and Paul, were two years ahead of me.
6th: Miss Simmons. Pretty, curvy, auburn hair, no sense of humor.
7th: Mrs. Diette. Had a huge crush on her; she looked like Marcia Strassman.
8th: Mrs. DeGroot. Older woman, had suffered a stroke a few years earlier, and one side of her face drooped.
To protect the innocent (as well as me), I’ll just use initials.
1: Mrs. EL She was 60 when I was in 1st Grade. She seemed really nice, but I don’t recall any personal dealings with her. She almost made it to 100. I think the principal of our school died when I was in first grade.
2: Mrs. JB She was also about 60. Kind of a sourpuss, too. She also made it into her 90s.
3): Mrs. JW. She was about 30. Her husband did a year or so as the principal at the same school until they found a “permanent” principal.
4): Mrs. P. She was probably about 60. Possibly the meanest teacher I ever had. She died six weeks into the school year. Years later, talking to my high school guidance counselor about her, she affirmed that she was just as bitter and nasty to other people as she was to students.
Mrs. VM succeeded Mrs. P six weeks into the year. She was about 25.
5): Mrs. RS In her late 50s. So far as I know, she’s the only teacher I had who had taught one of my parents, too.
Mrs. M: She taught math and science.
6): Mrs. JR homeroom. 50ish longtime friend of the family
Mrs. Hills: English. Mid-late 30s She pronounced the letter “W” as “dub-lee-uh.”
Mrs. J: Science. 30ish
Mrs. Hinnant: Math: 60ish, and rather grouchy
Mrs. M: History late 50s
Mrs. S: Social Studies. I still run into her once in a while.
K (public school) - Mrs. Franzio (sp?)
Catholic grade school:
1st - Sister Ann Francis. What a bitch on wheels! I remember one of the kids asking her how she kept her veil on; naturally she responded that she stapled it to her head. She also refused to let kids to go to the bathroom when they had to go; I remember multiple kids peeing themselves in the middle of class because of this. She also refused to send me to the office when I broke my tooth & busted my lip open. She is the one person that I will hold an undying hatred for, for the rest of my life.
2nd - Mrs. McBride. She was very nice.
3rd - Miss Crawford, who got married & became Mrs. Gibbs. We had a long-term substitute, but I can’t remember her name. Miss Crawford was my all-time favorite teacher.
4th - Ms. Fishburn. I remember for a span of a few weeks, before we would go to church for Stations of the Cross, one boy would have to vomit. Only he would wait until the last minute, so he’d be running down the hall, leaving a trail of puke in his wake.
5th - Sister Rosemary. She carried tissues up her sleeve. Another bitchy nun.
6th - Mrs. Guerrieri. What an oddball.
7th, pt 1 - Mrs. Guerrieri at the beginning of the year. She ended up having a nervous breakdown a few months in. The principal of the school (Sister Joan Boyle) blamed our class.
7th, pt 2 - Ms. Pisapia. They combined the two classes into one. That didn’t work so well.
7th, pt 3 - Mrs. Domenico. They split the classes up once again.
8th - Mrs. Domenico. She wore incredibly high heels & tight dresses. Her husband was the vice(?)-principal at my high school. 8th grade was the worst time of my life school-wise.
In the middle years we had a tiny nun, Sister I-can’t-remember-her-name-for-the-life-of-me, who was in charge of the lunch room. If you were talking or doing anything remotely resembling fun while you were eating, she emphatically told you that you would be going to hell. Looking back, I think dementia was touching her by that point in her life.
Good times. I’m 34, by the way.
K - Ms. Boyer. A young teacher and she was totally awesome.
1st - Mrs. Stockdale. Old, cranky and rather mean from what I recall. She’s the one that sent me to the principals office where I was spanked rather severely.
2nd on - Mom. I was homeschooled from then on so this bit is rather easy for me. 
K begins in 1976.
K: Mrs. Paige (only a short while*).
K-1: Mrs. Straw & Mrs. Williams
2: Mrs. (Ginny) Van Benthysen (sp.?)
3: Mrs. Rucker
4: Mrs. Frye & Mr. Moore, transferred mid-year to magnet school with
4-5: Mrs. (Lois) Gubitosi
6: Mrs. Delatorre
Later grades would be much harder. Why I can remember, or even knew, two of the first names but no others is beyond me. Perhaps it was the first time I ever encountered that particular name.
*According to Mom, she didn’t like me ’cause I could already read when I entered class, spoiling her special moments with the class where she introduced the joy of literacy. I can remember a specific moment where we were all sitting around looking up at a big easel which held a series of four pictures: black-and-white drawings with labels in those big sans-serif letters below. goat, dog, door, and one other d- one. Mrs. Paige asked us which thing was different, and I answered “the goat.” She asked how I knew, expecting “because it starts with ‘guh’” or some such response, or a reference to the color alone, but I answered “because it starts with a blue G, and the others start with a red D.” Apparently, this infuriated her. My mother bears a special hatred for her to this day.
ETA: 3rd grade, long-term sub, Mrs. Randall
Mrs. Gubitosi’s T.A.s, Mrs. (Jean) Botroff and (Mercedes) Vahdat. Isn’t google wonderful? I had to check the spelling of “Vahdat” and lo and behold, she’s still employed in the San Diego area. (And I did have her name wrong: -adah- instead of -adha-.)
I wonder how many of them remember US?
I’m 26. Let’s see.
K–Miss Cindy. This was at an accredited kindergarten at a day care. We watched the shuttle. I already knew how to read and do simple math, so I don’t have a lot of learning memories from there. Miss Cindy was okay. I don’t think I liked her as much as I liked the one for the four year-olds, who I think was Miss Donna.
First Grade–Mrs. Graf. Black hair, glasses. Calmed me down because I was shaking the first day. She held her pencils the same way that I do, with it resting on the ring finger instead of the middle. I probably learned it from her, since hand-eye coordination was the thing I had the most trouble with. Many teachers and my father tried to break me of that grip. It didn’t work. She thought I had a learning disability, but, once she found out that I didn’t (I was just bored), she helped convince the librarian to let me read the big kid books. I read Charlotte’s Web; it was hardcover and bound in a replacement blue binding with white lettering on the spine. I loved it. Mrs. Buck taught my math class, and she was fun. She taught us tangrams, and I amazed her by knowing what a parallelogram was.
Second Grade–Mrs. Guerra. Black hair, no glasses, probably pretty tiny. She was pretty cool, but I wasn’t especially close with her. I liked Mrs. Graf a bit better. Mrs. Guerra taught us Spanish on alternate Fridays, though, and I loved that. She did our reading group, too, and I was less big on that; she let us pick the spelling words. Turns out, a couple of years later, there was no need for us to know how to spell Czechoslovakia. I had Mrs. Ramos for math, because I was in the high math group. She was really gruff. I didn’t like her as much.
Third Grade–Mrs. Jacobson. I didn’t like her at all. She was huge on neatness–one time she dumped my desk on the floor at the end of the day and made me stay after to clean it up, nevermind that I was in day care and had to catch a van to get there, and my mother worked 45 minutes away, and I didn’t even have a key to my house, which was too far to walk to anyway. She yelled at me about math, because my work was always a mess. I really, really didn’t like her, and third grade was hell. I had Mrs. Graf again for reading (she switched grades). I had Mrs. Newby for the pull-out program on math. She was really goofy and taught us bases and the like.
Fourth Grade–Mrs. Leonard. One of the best teachers I’ve ever had the luck to have. She was engaging. She didn’t take shit. She didn’t let people give other people shit. Almost all of the teasing stopped; one of the kids got referred to a therapist. She put in time with the after school day care program–which I started in that year–and coached cheerleading for middle schoolers. Dedicated and awesome and one of those who genuinely cared for every student she had. Last I heard, she was the principal of (I think) a middle school. She got very sick at the end of the year and was off for two-three weeks. I think she was in the hospital. For reading–before they did away with reading groups–I had Mrs. Jacobsen (different teacher than the third grade one). I didn’t like her as much. Aging hippie type who still managed to be by the book. For math, I was in the gifted program, and had Mrs. Trunk-Rende. She was. . .really enthusiastic. That’s all I remember, honestly.
Fifth Grade–Mrs. Ritchie. Seemed to like the popular kids, not really care about anyone else. Long, curly brown hair; she kinda looked like a sorority sister. A little disengaged–which might’ve been explained by the fact that she was pregnant, and was off for the last month of school. I started to enjoy school less then, because the non-math accelerated tracks went away. I had Mrs. Trunk-Rende for math again.
Sixth Grade–Mr. Mislevy. He was pretty cool, but I was starting to get teenage attitude–I was 11–and really didn’t connect. I probably would’ve liked him better in a few years. He was more of the creative type, but not in a bad way; he made us each write a poem as punishment, and that’s the first time I enjoyed writing. I think he was a better teacher than I gave him credit for at the time, and might actually be my second favorite. I had Mrs. Kerwin for math; she was really strict, but started the process of getting my head screwed on straight on the subject. Unfortunately, I was gone the two days she explained trig, and I never caught up.
Yeah. My memory is weird.