A comment in another post reminded me of my 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Gordon.
Milman/mailman. Children can have interesting pronunciations. Very young children may have trouble pronouncing the letter ‘r’, for example. (Heck, some adults have trouble pronouncing ‘realtor’ and ‘jewelry’!) When I was in 3rd grade, apparently I inserted a y-sound before a short ‘a’. My classmates and I were lined up outside the classroom, waiting to go in, and Mrs. Gordon heard me say something about math. She loudly exaggerated my mispronunciation in front of everybody. '“Myath”? What is “myath”? I’ve never heard of it! Do you mean math? :dubious: ’ Ever since then, I’ve paid attention to pronunciation; and by extension, grammar, vocabulary, and other aspects of language.
During one class, Mrs. Gordon was reading us a story (we may have been following along – I don’t recall) about a fox. One night, the fox came to a road; which is something he’d never seen. Mrs. Gordon read to us that the fox saw ‘two fiery suns’ approaching him. 'Do you know what the fox saw? Anybody? “Two fiery suns”. Coming down the road. Who knows what the two fiery suns are? Come on! Two fiery suns! Are you all stupid? :mad: ’ She finally told us they were automobile headlights, and asked us how we could be so stupid as to not know that. I almost said, ‘None of us drive a car!’ But I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to get yelled at.
Mrs. Gordon was a teacher who was memorable for her unsuitability for being a teacher. Mr. Hyatt, my 5th grade teacher, was great. He played a guitar, brought his SCUBA gear into class, and told us about his kayaking and other adventures. He had a great sense of humour, and he put up with mine. (I’ve always been a clown. ) In 2nd grade, Mrs. Bell consistently mis-pronounced ‘Dud’ (short for ‘Dudley’) as ‘Dude’ in a story she was reading. But I was taught to respect my elders, and didn’t correct her. In high school, nobody liked Mrs. Parrish. I was involuntarily shifted to her English class because nobody signed up for it. ‘To be fair’, students who signed up last for other English classes were put into her class. Registration was by surname, and mine comes later in the alphabet. Yeah, really fair. :rolleyes: I’m sure I would have preferred the speculative fiction-based class I was in; but I actually enjoyed Mrs. Parrish’s class (we read Alas, Babylon ), found her to be ‘tough but fair’, and received an ‘A’ for my grade.
We all remember some or most of our teachers for one thing or another. Let’s hear about yours.