The Teacher I Won't Forget
I guess I was like the little Honda Motorcycle the 60’s song sings about . Ist year your alright 2nd year your well I guess you get the message . 1st grade I did great in school 2nd grade I was doing real good 3rd grade well I was starting to feel my oats . I had a teacher
bless her sweet heart . She must have been every bit of 60 or 70 years old and she new every trick in the book . Dear old Mrs. Jackson taught geography. I had the cutest blonde headed girl sitting right smack dab in front of me and she had the most beautiful long curly hair you can even imagine. I just couldn’t keep little fingers out of it . I played with it so hard one day that I actually pulled it . I guess I wanted to take some home with me . Do you know Mrs. Jackson made me do in front of the whole class? She made wear a baby bonnet and suck a baby bottle all day long . To a third grade boy that was embarrassing and do you know what . I DIDN’T DO IT AGAIN . I have no idea what that girls name was . I just remember her hair and dear Mrs. Jackson . I also learned my states and capitals that year too .
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What a great story. You learned the state capitols while twiddling the girl's hair. I recall in 3rd grade throwing spitballs at the big clock on the wall every time the teacher turned to the black board. When one time she caught me she made me get on my hands and knees starting at the very back corner of the room and blow an eraser up and down each row between the student desks. I was hyperventilating while being humiliated by every kid as I "blew" by. Never threw spitballs again!!
I made spitballs out of toilet paper in the 8th grade and was able to make a new continant on the globe . Shot it through a straw .
WOW! Can you imagine the HELL that a teacher would catch today if they made a kid wear a baby bonnet and hold a bottle? That was back when teachers could manage their classrooms. Great story.
