What Was Your Best Teacher Ever? Worse Teacher Ever?
Who was your better teacher ever? Does a name come flying for your lips? How about your worse teacher? Can you name your ex? I can.
In sixth grade, through the 50s, I had Mr. Henry Humdrum. (Name changed to safeguard the guilty.) Since he was my first male teacher, I eagerly looked forward to school. By being a similar gender we would automatically be kindred spirits. Wrong! Sitting in his class that first day, I felt depressed. Mr. Humdrum was bald, portly, and strict. Why couldn’t I catch a rest? And how was I to learn that as a consequence of him I would be a skillful teacher? I know it sounds crazy, yet it is true.
Mr. Humdrum’s wardrobe was dull, and the husband never told amusing stories. There were no snacks, PowerPoint slides, slides, hands-on-science, learning centers, guest speakers or Snow Days.
Yes, I was struggling and bored, but he didn’t notice. There was nothing super about sixth grade. I daydreamed about the Man of Steel-Superman rescuing me.
One day Mr. Humdrum provided the honor of washing out a sizable vase. This special privilege meant a break from routine tasks. After I rinsed your partially wet vase, …
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