Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for September 09, 2014

The right answer might get you a pass on some of your behavior!

If it’s a favorite teacher from middle school they’re discussing, mine was probably señor Flink (I’m sure y’all can guess what he taught me).

There is only one right answer. If Holly doesn’t know it, she’ll just have to wing it.

Oh, come on, Holly! You know you like Ms. Winget! ;)

There was only teacher who I thought liked me because she allowed me to skip class to run errands for her; it was only later that I found out that she was trying to get rid of me for the sake of the rest of the class.

My favorite teachers were Miss Louise, my 4th grade teacher, and Mrs. Wimp (really!) who taught chemistry.

Mr. Stanchos, taught me to love History. Was my high school American History teacher.

Mine was Mr. McLain, 11th-grade English. I already liked English, but having him didn’t hurt. He’d let fly with a subtle funny and look at me for my reaction.

I am too far much older to remember who JR High teacher made math fun. I missed out on Algebra.

But she can’t.

Hope her name doesn’t fit the teaching style.

I didn’t finish college either because I wanted to be an architect and my father would not agree. I dropped out and was married at 21, had my 4 kids and THEN went to work and taught myself may subjects including anything I needed to improve in each job.

In school I forged the signatures of my teachers to be excused from “study hall” for “lab work”, but actually studied better at the juke joint across the street (with music and Pepsi).