Do you remember the names of all your teachers from grammar school? K through 6
K- Mrs More
1- Mrs Benjamin(rip)/Ms Vilavincencio (Ms V)
2- Ms V again
3-? ..not a clue
4- Mrs Strathdee(sp?)/Mr Male
5- Mr Risk
6- Mr Risk
I had a crush on Mrs Moore. She was my first crush. She made me feel tickly inside when I thought about her. I used to enjoy thinking about her, and I did it a lot.
Mrs Benjamin was an old lady who passed away about a month into first grade and was replaced with Mrs V, who was an excellent teacher. I remember her breath always smelled like coffee and cigarettes and she had great penmanship or would it be pencilmanship/chalkmanship..
I've got no recollection of third grade at all. What I remember was that the grammar school I had been getting bused to in the Haight Ashbury was shut down for earthquake retrofitting and we were bused way across town to another school. It was so far away, I couldn't believe we were still in the same city. That was also the year my parents got divorced so maybe that has something to do with it my cloudy memory.
Our school breakdown was like this: K-3 was grammar school. 3-6 was elementary school (🤔 or is it the other way around?) 7-9 was jr high school. 10-12 was high school
Fourth grade started with Mrs Strathdee, who was a total dime. She looked like Farrah Fawcett and had formally been the school's PE teacher. She used to take us on field trips to go swimming at the public pool. She would wear these crocheted string bikinis. OMG she was hot. You could see bits and pieces of her nipples through the many openings between the fibers that were knotted together to create her scant bikini top. We saw her giving swimming lessons to the kids who couldn't swim and saw how she was holding them to support them while they tried to propel themselves across the water, we all pretended we couldn't swim. Suddenly none of the boys in class knew how to swim. The manner in which she was supporting us with her arms outstretched and us laying across them , face down, perpendicularly was not conducive to any sort of propulsion due to our "dagger boards" being deployed and getting hung up on that leading arm..
Mr Male finished the year off when he became available or maybe when he was relocated after administering a tad bit too much corporal punishment on his previous class. He was a short tempered violent mf. I remember he'd told my buddy, Pete to turn around and sit at his desk and do the exercise the rest of us were doing. Pete was easily distracted and couldn't help himself from returning to the story he had been telling me. Mr Male walked up from behind Pete, gave him one fell swat from up high, right square on petes ass. Pete's eyes opened up like a couple of silver dollars as Mr Male grabbed hold of all that ass he'd just destroyed, and used it as the handle with which to manhandle, or would it be malehandle? ..or maybe even mailhandle ..air mail as he lifted Pete up off the ground causing Pete to level out. His arms way out front and swatting at nothing but the air he would soon be traveling through when Mr Male threw Pete back to his desk
I was dying inside trying to contain my laughter. I didn't want to end up like Pete. Mr Male never fucked with me though. Looking back, I think he might have had a thing for my mom, ..her being a new divorceé and all.. lol
I know this is already TLDR material but I can't stop now.
Mr Risk had been an art teacher and now teaching this hybrid class of 5th and 6th graders. He was an excellent teacher with a violent streak in him worse than Mr Male, but with a much more slender physique. We all fought back and nobody ever was the wiser. We always kept the news of all the scrapping amongst ourselves. Nobody ever got sent to the principal's office. The worst thing Mr Risk would do, besides the violence, would be to kick us out of the classroom until recess. It was almost like a bonus.
He was also an excellent artist. The maps he'd draw from memory, in colored chalk, were outstanding, and his storytelling skills were unmatched by any teacher I'd ever had before or since. He taught me more than I've ever learned from any teacher throughout my entire scholastic experience.
I think I ended up in that advanced 5th and 6th grade class because of the grades I'd received under possibly false pretences 😇. I used to have a paper route before school in 4th grade. It caused me to be late for school quite a bit. When I was late, I would take various routes to school, scouting for any houses that had any little flower gardens I could pick flowers from to give to that smoke show, Mrs Strathdee. She used to give me straight A's and so did Mr Male, possibly for other nefarious reasons of his own, like trying to appeal to my mother.
I just know this, when I moved to the suburbs to live with my dad in 9th grade, the last year of jr high, I struggled in everything except PE, metal shop and wood shop. The only reason I passed science was because my science teacher gave me extra credit for welding up all the broken stools that had back work orders on them since the year before or so. I barely passed 9th grade and struggled all through high school trying to catch up, finally flunking out at the end of my senior year. Most of that was due to distractions and priorities, not cognitive abilities.
I had to attend continuation school with all the jail birds and gang members and teen moms so I could get my hs diploma I needed to join the Army. .. the Army is where I learned how to learn, and later graduated from college with high honors.
If you read all that. Thanks for reading. If it triggered anything you feel is worth writing about, I'd love to read it.
1- Mrs Benjamin(rip)/Ms Vilavincencio (Ms V)
2- Ms V again
3-? ..not a clue
4- Mrs Strathdee(sp?)/Mr Male
5- Mr Risk
6- Mr Risk
I had a crush on Mrs Moore. She was my first crush. She made me feel tickly inside when I thought about her. I used to enjoy thinking about her, and I did it a lot.
Mrs Benjamin was an old lady who passed away about a month into first grade and was replaced with Mrs V, who was an excellent teacher. I remember her breath always smelled like coffee and cigarettes and she had great penmanship or would it be pencilmanship/chalkmanship..
I've got no recollection of third grade at all. What I remember was that the grammar school I had been getting bused to in the Haight Ashbury was shut down for earthquake retrofitting and we were bused way across town to another school. It was so far away, I couldn't believe we were still in the same city. That was also the year my parents got divorced so maybe that has something to do with it my cloudy memory.
Our school breakdown was like this: K-3 was grammar school. 3-6 was elementary school (🤔 or is it the other way around?) 7-9 was jr high school. 10-12 was high school
Fourth grade started with Mrs Strathdee, who was a total dime. She looked like Farrah Fawcett and had formally been the school's PE teacher. She used to take us on field trips to go swimming at the public pool. She would wear these crocheted string bikinis. OMG she was hot. You could see bits and pieces of her nipples through the many openings between the fibers that were knotted together to create her scant bikini top. We saw her giving swimming lessons to the kids who couldn't swim and saw how she was holding them to support them while they tried to propel themselves across the water, we all pretended we couldn't swim. Suddenly none of the boys in class knew how to swim. The manner in which she was supporting us with her arms outstretched and us laying across them , face down, perpendicularly was not conducive to any sort of propulsion due to our "dagger boards" being deployed and getting hung up on that leading arm..
Mr Male finished the year off when he became available or maybe when he was relocated after administering a tad bit too much corporal punishment on his previous class. He was a short tempered violent mf. I remember he'd told my buddy, Pete to turn around and sit at his desk and do the exercise the rest of us were doing. Pete was easily distracted and couldn't help himself from returning to the story he had been telling me. Mr Male walked up from behind Pete, gave him one fell swat from up high, right square on petes ass. Pete's eyes opened up like a couple of silver dollars as Mr Male grabbed hold of all that ass he'd just destroyed, and used it as the handle with which to manhandle, or would it be malehandle? ..or maybe even mailhandle ..air mail as he lifted Pete up off the ground causing Pete to level out. His arms way out front and swatting at nothing but the air he would soon be traveling through when Mr Male threw Pete back to his desk
I was dying inside trying to contain my laughter. I didn't want to end up like Pete. Mr Male never fucked with me though. Looking back, I think he might have had a thing for my mom, ..her being a new divorceé and all.. lol
I know this is already TLDR material but I can't stop now.
Mr Risk had been an art teacher and now teaching this hybrid class of 5th and 6th graders. He was an excellent teacher with a violent streak in him worse than Mr Male, but with a much more slender physique. We all fought back and nobody ever was the wiser. We always kept the news of all the scrapping amongst ourselves. Nobody ever got sent to the principal's office. The worst thing Mr Risk would do, besides the violence, would be to kick us out of the classroom until recess. It was almost like a bonus.
He was also an excellent artist. The maps he'd draw from memory, in colored chalk, were outstanding, and his storytelling skills were unmatched by any teacher I'd ever had before or since. He taught me more than I've ever learned from any teacher throughout my entire scholastic experience.
I think I ended up in that advanced 5th and 6th grade class because of the grades I'd received under possibly false pretences 😇. I used to have a paper route before school in 4th grade. It caused me to be late for school quite a bit. When I was late, I would take various routes to school, scouting for any houses that had any little flower gardens I could pick flowers from to give to that smoke show, Mrs Strathdee. She used to give me straight A's and so did Mr Male, possibly for other nefarious reasons of his own, like trying to appeal to my mother.
I just know this, when I moved to the suburbs to live with my dad in 9th grade, the last year of jr high, I struggled in everything except PE, metal shop and wood shop. The only reason I passed science was because my science teacher gave me extra credit for welding up all the broken stools that had back work orders on them since the year before or so. I barely passed 9th grade and struggled all through high school trying to catch up, finally flunking out at the end of my senior year. Most of that was due to distractions and priorities, not cognitive abilities.
I had to attend continuation school with all the jail birds and gang members and teen moms so I could get my hs diploma I needed to join the Army. .. the Army is where I learned how to learn, and later graduated from college with high honors.
If you read all that. Thanks for reading. If it triggered anything you feel is worth writing about, I'd love to read it.
56-60, M
