I Flunked English (Obviously) – Me & Mrs Brown



Let me begin this week’s story by sharing with you that I flunked the 4th quarter of high school 10th grade English.  At that time, I detested English.  I hated writing and if someone had told me that one day I would be using spare time to write stories, (even if they are true accounts), I would have laughed right in their face and asked them to share with me whatever the heck it was they were smoking because it must be great stuff!
Despite my terrible attitude and habits that year after getting dumped by my girlfriend, (that’s this story if you’re interested), I honestly did not like English.  I was an honor’s student so all of my college preparatory classes were the “H” category, for those who were not supposed to score D’s and F’s.  The H classes were designed to be more difficult than other similar classes.  I hated English for the same reason I hated Art classes – I felt I didn’t have a creative bone in my body.  Oddly enough, I received an A in my Grammar class.  I’m sure it’s not showing up here in my writing, but because of that class, I can explain the difference between affect and effect.  I also know what a gerund phrase is and that’s just sad.

Third Grade – New Friends, Heartbreak, Empathy….Change

OK, so she didn't always look grumpy

OK, so she didn’t always look grumpy

This week’s RTT post theme is ‘end of days’.  For every ending there is a beginning so this week I chose to share a story I consider to be a bit of a time of beginnings for me.  I hope you enjoy.


In A Shocking Discovery (read me) I wrote about my favorite teacher, Art Adams. I shared his darker side and wrote about how he helped me as a young adult while attempting to earn my first degree. If I were asked who I would award the ‘Gold Standard’ prize to among my teachers, I would have to say the award goes to Mrs. Amy Wright, my third grade teacher at Fillmore Elementary School.

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Eric Carmen – 1970’s Pop Singer or Hell of a Teacher?

Am I good looking or what ladies?

This week’s Remember the Time blog event is about remembering a teacher.  I’m choosing to share a story about one I’m giving praise to, one who decided not to “teach” one day and in doing so altered my life and the lives of those I love most. Continue reading