So let's start with my driver education teacher.. Mr. DeRatt.
Mr DeRatt had a golfball on his dash..if the ball moved you got a point taken off. Rough deal going over train tracks.. but hey.. whatever it takes to teach kids.
I only remember him slamming on brakes once with me. The very first day of my driving training. As I pulled to the end of our school driveway to make a right, turn signal blinking.. I did not come to a complete stop. WHAM! *nod* two days D-hall for cussing. Some days I still catch myself counting to 2 when I stop hehe.
and then there's...
Ms Leonard...Health Teacher. The sure fire way to get out of doing anything in Ms. Leonard's class was to ask a sex question
"Time to name all 206 bones of the human body class!" she would start with a o'possum grin.
"Ms. Leonard.. what does it mean when it burns down there?" one of the 20 smart-arsed kids, such as me, in her class would always start. I never did have to name all 206 bones in front of the class, hehe.
She was also the one who showed us the film..'Miracle of Life' and afterwards the girls and boys were seperated for a Q&A session. It was during this session, I have my fondest memory of the lady.
'Girls, let me tell you, I don't care what he says, he can only get 4 inches in.'
Ahhh...
Public schooling.. I would not change it for the world.
Thanks to those teachers that made memories.. good, bad or indifferent.
