tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752109.post8102751833307988477..comments2023-12-21T07:05:42.464-05:00Comments on Erik's Choice: Instructive Comments from my High School TeachersErik Donald Francehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332500850365598564noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752109.post-4362138345816784142017-04-09T11:58:22.636-05:002017-04-09T11:58:22.636-05:00Thanks y'all for the comments - much appreciat...Thanks y'all for the comments - much appreciated! Gina & Barbara, I had similar experiences with English teachers. Loved them all, some even more than others. Mrs. Boyd in 7th and 8th grade English was the gold standard, though my university lit. professors were also fantastico! Walking Man, much more fun to become Catholic after bypassing those horrors you experienced, I'm guessing. Erik Donald Francehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02332500850365598564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752109.post-56630516724170958662017-04-08T10:42:56.055-05:002017-04-08T10:42:56.055-05:00This is very cool stuff to have. I still have some...This is very cool stuff to have. I still have some of my grade school report cards around here. but none of these kinds of comments. good to get a glimpse into one's youth.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752109.post-41769441818079164502017-04-07T13:12:01.353-05:002017-04-07T13:12:01.353-05:00This is wonderful! What a happy accident that you ...This is wonderful! What a happy accident that you came across these evaluations, even happier that you saved them all these years.<br /><br />Also, I love that the German teacher was named Frau Stern. So appropriate for such a stern language.<br /><br />I mostly remember my high school English teachers, as it was the one subject in which I consistently knocked it out of the park. I especially remember the hippie who told us to call him Brian and let us have classes outside in the spring.Barbara Bruederlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476249934930666695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752109.post-10809960783258332672017-04-07T07:41:04.913-05:002017-04-07T07:41:04.913-05:00Realllly cool :) Realllly cool :) thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05362291064620569539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752109.post-47607607776165466152017-04-07T02:21:51.673-05:002017-04-07T02:21:51.673-05:00I found most of the commentary funny to read thoug...I found most of the commentary funny to read though it seems as if a few of them had you pegged as a teenager. Oddly enough I do not remember many of my teachers through the 11 years I dragged myself to the same building for both grade and high school. I remember well the meanest bitch in a habit and wimple and the best looking Spanish teacher any HS kid in the 60's could hope for. Beyond that I draw a blank--maybe there is an evaluation for Catholic school disorder?<br /><br />I do though remember one comment. In 9th grade a pushy nun, whose name shall have to be lost to memory, sent a "failing" slip home mid semester. She indeed did send it intending to name me as the slothful kid who was failing algebra 1. She made the mistake though of naming my older brother on the green slip. <br /><br />One thing the nuns should have never done is give my "converted only to marry my mother" father an opening. Instead of just signing the slip he wrote "I beat him with a 2x4 and changed his name to Mark." One of the few clear memories I have was the gasp and look on the nun's face as she sent me from the room (retribution was big in Catholic school.) That of course, as I have said before, was the first of seven times I failed algebra 1; a personal accomplishment I am, beyond measure, proud of.the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752109.post-35639618281585010462017-04-06T20:42:14.986-05:002017-04-06T20:42:14.986-05:00Kathryn Kercher for 12th grade English at Berkley ...Kathryn Kercher for 12th grade English at Berkley High School. This course was called Project Advance and was essentially the Freshman Comp series offered at Syracuse University as part of some dual credit thing. She was brilliant, kind, funny, and taught me to write well and think critically. <br /><br />Also Betty Steele for 6th grade English, who spent the whole year teaching us how to diagram sentences. Nothing could have made me happier. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09186920419171151974noreply@blogger.com