OT A March For Their Lies

[barfo]

I could share 4 or 5 similarly sick stories about teachers I had.

Most of my ps teachers were poorly educated themselves, lazy and took no pride in their work.

Only one truly inspired me, Dorothy Stafford, my 3rd grade teacher and wife of poet laureate William Stafford. She was a lot like my mother, extremely aware and a lover of books who encouraged me to fully explore all sides of everything before doubting or dismissing anything, no matter how absurd or impossible one side may seem at first. Often a rational look changes impossible to probable.

Maybe 6 were genuinely dedicated to teaching and made learning interesting, but I spent a lot of time at the library and learned more each hour there than a week of school.

Too bad they couldn't give you the one tip you turned out to really need in life:

"Don't watch Fox too much, it'll rot your brain"

barfo

 

[SlyPokerDog]

My first grade teacher cured me of being left handed by hitting my hand with a large keyring full of keys.

 

[bodyman5000 and 1]

That teacher should have been fired right then and there. I would have had a security guard escort him/her off the premises.

Dear Lord, I hope that wasn't Mrs. Gardner, my kindergarten teacher.

Oh by the way, I think it was Ronnie Fisher that lived across the street from me. In that house, the father bought a new Ford every year.

It was 1979. My third grade teacher picked up kids by the collar and screamed in their faces. Good times.

 

[Lanny]

My first grade teacher cured me of being left handed by hitting my hand with a large keyring full of keys.

Another one the should have been fired.

It was 1979. My third grade teacher picked up kids by the collar and screamed in their faces. Good times.

My parents divorced when I was about 10 so I had no father at home to help me with the sort of things that fathers usually help their sons with such as wood work.

When we moved to Portland, I had a seventh grade teacher who gave all the boys a project in woodworking to do and turn it in. I had no idea what to do but my mother had a saw, a hammer, some wood, some nails and some black paint. I constructed the roughest looking sailing ship you ever saw. It was truly horrific. On display day, each boy got up and showed his project. Some of the projects were truly magnificent such as a rocking chair or a nigth stand with doweled joints and so on, all of them with a beautiful finish coat that shined. Then came mine, truly pitiful and the teacher held it up as an example of how horrific a person could do at a project. This teacher should burn in hell.

Then there was the shop teacher. Whenever we made an error, he would have us kneel on the sharp corner of a three sided ruler until a dent would form just below the knee cap. I've had serious knee problems ever since including surgery. Now, they're talking about a knee replacement surgery. That guy should also burn in hell.

 

[barfo]

I guess I was lucky. My bad teachers were merely uninteresting. There were a lot of those, but nobody abusive.

barfo

 

[Lanny]

It was 1979. My third grade teacher picked up kids by the collar and screamed in their faces. Good times.

When you lived on Goodall, did you ever know the Taylors? Sammy Taylor was a DJ at KWJJ and had a gorgeous daughter and a son who lost the feeling in his leg from another family that had a shotgun accident hitting him in the leg. The son might have been about your age.

And then there were the Nelsons who were my Aunt, Uncle and two cousins. They had the marble business on Boones Ferry right about where Hasson Realty is today and near Kruse Way.

 

[bodyman5000 and 1]

When you lived on Goodall, did you ever know the Taylors? Sammy Taylor was a DJ at KWJJ and had a gorgeous daughter and a son who lost the feeling in his leg from another family that had a shotgun accident hitting him in the leg. The son might have been about your age.

And then there were the Nelsons who were my Aunt, Uncle and two cousins. They had the marble business on Boones Ferry right about where Hasson Realty is today and near Kruse Way.

Not me. Lived in Ridgefield Wa...home of the Spudders...fear us.

 

[Lanny]

I had a professor in engineering school who was from China and could barely speak English. One time this guy from Turkey who could also barely speak English, asked the prof. a lengthy and highly technical question. The prof. responded with an equally lengthy and highly technical answer. I never understood the question and I never understood the answer. I had to let it go 'cause I knew I'd never understand the response to my request for clarification. I had trouble understanding that prof. for the entire term. I asked a few of my classmates if they had any idea of what went on and they said nope, they had no idea.