Back To School #5

9th/10th Grade- Mr. Yatlor (Man, I enjoy making up  or messing up names..)..Mr. Yatlor was really cool.  He taught English and Art.  I was in his English Class in 9th grade and TA ed for him in 10th.  As you can see, that was sort of trend with me.  Anyway, I remember in Mr. Yatlor’s class when I really liked this guy and we were coming up to reading Romeo and Juliet in class.  I was going to read the part of Juliet and I so wanted Jack to read Romeo.  So, I talked to Mr. Yatlor one day and asked him to make Jack read Romeo.  On my gosh, it was funny.  I read my part with such feeling and he was like a brick (if bricks could read.)  He hated every minute of it, you could tell.. but I secretly won that round and I was in the clouds.  Yes, Jack really was my Romeo…or so I thought.  We actually dated after high school and that’s a whole nother story.  It turned into a nightmare of sorts because Jack was a drug addict. ..but I digress;

The students called Mr. Yatlor; “Little Hitler” behind his back because he sort of looked like him.  He was a short man, and he sort of wore his hair and mustache the same way.  He was really nice though and would let you have some fun but.. if you didn’t do the work, your grades fell short..that’s just the way it was.  He was sort of stickler that way.

Ppart of my job as Teacher’s Aide was reading the Daily Bulletin to the class and for some reason, this was the time the class decided it would be fun to talk over me.  One day, I had a plan.  Every time they started loudly talking, I stopped reading.  After this happened twice.  I lost it and yelled at them:  “Look, I don’t have to read this!”  They looked at me in shock then looked at Mr. Yatlor as if to ask if I was allowed to yell at them.  Mr. Yatlor calmly looked back at them and said, “She’s right.  She doesn’t.”

Back To School #4

When it’s 10:15 CA time and nobody’s read my blog, I guess it’s time to write a post: so here we go:

7th/8th Grade-Mr. Saksee-Science….   Mr. Saksee was awesome.  I first had him for Science in 7th grade.  He actually made Science fun.  Except the day of the frog dissection which wasn’t fun when some guy cut out the eyes of the frog and ran around like an idiot showing them off to all the girls freaking us out and cutting off the legs of the frog making them dance on his desk.  Gross!

Anyway, Mr. Saksee showed lots of films in his class.  He also had some live animals.  One of those were not fun either.  He had a snake in the back of the room along with live mice.  For some reason he chose our class in which to feed the snake almost Every time.  He would pick a volunteer (boy) to feed the snake and everyone in the class (most everyone, some of us would cover our eyes and practically cry for the mouse) would watch as the snake went after the mouse and ate the poor mouse.  He also had a beautiful Gecko named Spot.  Now, that thing was awesome!  It was beautiful with different colors all over it.  After class, I would stay and talk to Spot and yes, I would talk to Mr. Saksee too.  He had pictures of his previous students in the back room where the water sinks were.

Anyway, Mr. Saksee and I became friends, I think.  I’ll bet he would have made a great Mentor..however:

Boy, could that man embarrass me! 🙂

He nicknamed me “Bunny” for various reasons.  One day, I was sent by another teacher into Mr. Saksee’s room.  The students were in the middle of watching a film and it was dark.  I swear this really happened, Mr. Saksee stopped the film, turned on the light and said with a smile, “Bunny, it’s so good to see you!”  I think I dropped what I was going to give him and ran away.  Later, I had a little chat with him about when it is appropriate to stop films and turn on lights, etc.

Also, from then on, everyone called me “Bunny”.

I still use the nickname, “Bunny.”  My real name is very common.  If I go karaokying and there are to many people with my name, I go by Bunny.  One time, I volunteered to work with disabled children and there were to many people working there with versions of my real name so I said “Okay, you can call me Bunny.”  We had a name tag made up and everything.  The children loved it.  They laughed.  Of course, try saying the word “Bunny without smiling,  it’s a little difficult.

Back To School Story-#3

Mr. Rensk-6th Grade (No Celaniey-Girl, not even close to his name…switch the letters around and figure it out.  No true names on WP.)  Before I get into this one, you need to remember that this was in the 70’s.  Teachers were allowed to touch the students without fear of sexual harrassment all the time.  Teachers were actually trusted.  Teacher molestation was unheard of at those times.

Mr. Rensk was awesome.  He read stories to us and let us sit on his lap while he did so.  He picked different children in the class, not just one so he didn’t play favorites but he had a favorite thing to do with me.  I was the smallest child in the room, heck I was probably the smallest and thinnest child in the school due the metabolic disorder I was born with and being sick a lot.  Anyway, just for fun, Mr. Rensk would see me at at lunch and with the other students egging him on..he would literally pick me up and put me in the nearesst trash can feet first.  Usually, it was an empty trash can or maybe a few papers at the before everyone threw the trash away..and he would only leave me there for a minute or so so everybody could laugh and have a good time.  I was way to short to get out by myself and it was always in good fun.  I will always remember Mr. Rensk with fondness.

I am trying to go by grade but memories are coming back prior so I am going backward a bit with one class I remember.  While I don’t remember the teachers name;  I do remember when I did a bad thing in class.  Now usually, I was a good girl and did the work the best I could but alway’s flunked the tests.  You said the word, “Test” and I would completely blank out and it never mattered how long I studied or what I had known..unless it was spelling because I’ve loved words.  Anyway, in this class..whatever year it was; the whole class planted flowers to learn about how they grew.  Everyone must have been at lunch or left or something because it was me and a boy there and the boy said he had a “magic potion” that would make the plants grow faster if we sprinkled it on them.  All the plants were lined up in the window with the buds or sprouts or whatever starting to show.  Well, What would you do?  Wouldn’t your classmates be excited if their plants grew quicker and they had you to thank for it?  You guessed it..I fell for it.  He gave me some white powder and both of us put it all over the plants.  Imagine my surprise coming into class the next day I think, to find a very, Angry, teacher  telling the class to thank me and whomever the boy was for killing all the plants by putting SALT on them.  Then, when she asked me why and I told her what he said, she asked me if I was stupid.  I remember that.  That’s the day I learned that salt will kill plants.

Just so you know, salt will kill snails too.  My mother taught me that one.

Story #2..Spider & Teacher or Perv

5th Grade- Had a teacher named Mr. N. (Okay, it may have started with a W,  Celaine. I will private e-mail you if you really want to know).  This teacher was weird.  I remember he had a Tarantula in a tank on the counter in the back and he sat me in the back row.  I hate spiders especially big ones and to make it worse, this thing literally kept staring at me.  It never really moved.  It just stared.  I could feel it’s eyes burning into my neck every day.  I remember one day I seriously lost it.  I yelled at the thing..In the middle of class, ” turned around, looked at it and yelled, “Stop Staring At Me!”  Yeah, everybody thought I was nuts but I didn’t care.  I don’t remember if my seat was changed after that.

Another incident with same teacher came about when I was a T.A. (Teacher’s Aid.) I’m not sure I was his T.A.  I doubt it, however, if I remember correctly, was a great way to get credit without taking an actual subject..   Anyway, my friend Ardyth (who was a T.A. for the next class over) and I were in the  supply room when Mr. N. walked in.  He made a comment about my shirt.   Now I was never into wearing low-cut shirts and my mother used to say if it is to low-cut to use a safety-pin inside where no one could see it so on this day that is what I had done.  Mr. N.  came really close and started fiddling with my shirt and actually said, “What’s this? Is it a Safety Pin?”  I said, “Yes, Mr. N.  It is a Safety Pin.”  I was freaked out and my teeth were like totally clenched.  He was like way to close for comfort.  After, he left, I started to believe that maybe Mr. N. was the Perv that all the school children (I hate using the term “Kids” unless you are a Goat” called him all the time.

What I Learned In History

Since people are returning to school, it made me remember my time in school and I thought I would share a story or maybe a few.  Here is one that I hope you find interesting.

During High School, some of our teachers for general subjects such as History and Science were also the coaches for the athletics department.  This was the case for my History class.   My teacher’s name was Coach N. and he was Fine (if you know what I mean.)  He knew it too and he was a big flirt.  Sometimes the Cheerleaders or some of his ex-students would come visit during class and hang all over him.  Anyway, he would come straight from coaching and would wear these tight shorts while teaching class and he usually stood at the chalk board.

This was a problem.  He sat me in the front row facing the chalk board and my eyes were even with his. crotch.  Yeah, I know..I was supposed to be looking at the chalk board.  I can’t stand History (at least I couldn’t then.  I am into the Holocaust now and a few other things), I have no idea what he wrote on the chalk board.  This man wore Tight…really tight.. Did I mention they were tight? shorts.  He could have taught the history of his shorts and I probably wouldn’t have heard anything he said.  I saw nothing on that board.  I tried to focus.  I really did.  I tried to do the paperwork correctly and I did all the homework but…

I decided to talk to my mom, Seriously,  I said, “Mom, I think I am going to flunk History.”  When she asked me why.  I told her I thought I had a crush on my teacher.  She told me it wasn’t a crush.  Man, was she right!  What would it have been?  A crush on one part of his anatomy?  Sheesh.  She made me promise to get a D and not to flunk.  I think I got a D+ or a C- .  I don’t remember and don’t ask me if I learned anything.

Oh yeah, I learned:

Coaches should not wear tight shorts when teaching class.