Posted by gerryred on 7/16/2020 10:16:00 PM (view original):
Posted by Midge on 7/16/2020 9:56:00 PM (view original):
When I was in 4th grade Robert Fillmore was talking, but our teacher, Mrs. Allison, ( who was about 109 years old at the time) thought it was me so she started yelling at me and moved me to the front of the classroom. It still bothers me. I'm 62 years old.
In the 10th grade, Mrs. Slipkovitch ( I called her Mrs. What-a-***** ) had me suspended one day for too many tardies. No prob, didn't care. The day I returned to school, the police showed up and pulled me out of class. Someone had slashed Mrs. S's tires, she knew it had to be me that did it. I didn't do it. To her dying day she swore I did...
My 9th grade science teacher, Mr. Knorr, punished students (mostly for talking in class) by locking them in the closet. He reserved a special fate for gum chewers. He kept a large mason desk filled with already-chewed gum on his desk. Anyone caught chewing gum in his class had to march up to the front of the room, put their gum in the jar, select someone else's, and get to work on it. When enough parents complained to get him scolded by the principal, he stomped in the next morning and announced that our class was a bowl of vomit.