Sorry, sometimes you just have to pay your respects.
Anyway, after reminiscing about Ms. Schmidt I started to reflect on my other bizarre middle school teachers. (Hopefully, these memories won't spark more deaths and surprise obituaries.) Here's a few of my favorites:
Description: Taught science. Had a scar that ran across his face. No one knew where the scar came from, but everyone had their theory. While I was there it involved a motorcycle accident and bunsen burner.
Why I remember him? Had a ridiculous temper. One minute he would be teaching about Roy G. Biv, and then the next minute it was like he was having a PTSD rage episode. I want to say he threw a beaker, but I could be making that up.
What I learned? Well, nothing, unless you count survival - because that is not something you read in a text book.
Description: Sex offender mustache, feathered hair, obsessed with Penn State and openly flirted with every student teacher. (Even the none cute ones.)
Why I remember him? After watching the video The Miracle of Life, which should never, ever be shown to kids or humans, he passed out pieces of blank paper and had us draw something from the movie. Again, just so we are clear, twenty seconds after being completely traumatized over seeing a baby come out, 13 year olds were told to draw pictures of it. I think I drew a sad face and put my head down.
What I learned? The Penn State fight song and that I never wanted to have a mirror during child birth.
Senora Lazer (I think)
Description: Small. Very small. Even at 12, I remember thinking she was the smallest woman in the world.
Why I remember her? Well, outside of her abnormal size, and the fact that she began my
What I learned? Spanish teachers should stay Spanish teachers and not venture out to pathetic adolescent detective work.
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