The best and the worst

My first drama teacher said I had no future, so I bit him. If I had no future, there wouldn't be any consequences, right?

Today, I will dedicate my blog to the best and the worst teachers. The teachers who helped mold and shape me into the person I am now. I've been giving it much thought and I think I'm going to go with the teachers.

Among my first bad teachers was Mrs. White, who ended up killing Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with a rope. My brother will disagree with me on that one because she was one of his favorites. The problem I had with her, is that she assumed that I was just like him. Big mistake. I was a mischievous trouble maker. She could never understand that.

Mr. Bradford, my sixth grade teacher was awesome. He understood me. He put up with a lot because he thought I had a great academic future ahead of me. He was a great man and I'll never forget him.

My next best teacher was Mrs. Wright, in 7th grade. She made learning active and fun. We learned about King Tut (Steve Martin later blew her theories out the window), by actually going into a makeshift tomb with questions and answers we would find for extra credit. I remember that Lance Parrish let a gopher snake loose into the pitch black tomb. A group of girls almost tore the room apart getting out of there.

In 9th grade, Bob Gress was the worst. Very high on my list. Yes, I clowned around quite a bit, but I turned in a report which I started with "In essence",  that was it. He read no more. He gave me an F on a wonderful report. He circled in essence and wrote really? He was a jerk.

My favorites in high school are easy. Mrs. Harvey, who I think was my history. She again got me and my sense of humor. She was very nice.

Next on the good list was Mrs.Coppage. I should have been kicked out of class many times in that class. I once made a giant admission slip, which the woman at the office let me use. Mrs. Coppage though it was hilarious and took it home that day and said she was going to take it home and hang it on a wall.

Then there was coach Fred Griffith. I remember one time, during our cross country run, I didn't even dress. He came over and wanted to know know why. I told him I was tired of getting laughed at from the guys for always finishing last. Coach Griffin told me that from now on, he was only going to grade me on effort. He didn't care if I came in last, so long as I made the effort. I ended up with an A that semester. He was awesome. Oh, and when I did finish, my classmates were all cheering me on.

Honorable mention goes to Mr. Webber, who taught pre-algebra, but I only had him for a couple of months.

Finally, Judy Senter was my favorite. She took over, mid year due to the untimely death of our regular English Teacher. She was younger and understood us. She was a great teacher.

The absolute worst? I'll tell you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.