

As another school year is ending I keep thinking about the past years. In my first year of first grade I had a teacher named Mrs.Miller she was a good teacher, although her patience were short for teaching a bunch of barely potty trained kids. Mrs.Miller was not one for academics (although i don’t know what that says about me and my friend Micah seeing as she held us back) she would let this girl skip hooked on phonics because she would pretend to be asleep after nap time she would never do any of the Work, but i guess the joke was on her (hey Lauren, Hows working at the carnival you illiterate freak!). Then when i finally got to second grade i had the best teacher ever Mrs.McGovern. Mrs.McGovern was the best, although it was terribly hard to comprehend as a second grader why Mrs.McGovern had stray capitals in the middle of her name. Micah (the previously mentioned friend) and Johny(my brother) had an evil teacher named Mrs. Grand. While Mrs.McGovern was teaching us second grade math Mrs.Grand was teaching her class about rainbows and butter flies(maybe that’s why my brother dresses as a girl every halloween). My next teacher was Mrs.Smith she was pretty nice though it wouldn’t of hurt her to have a breath mint or two. Through out elementary school i i had a bunch of “Unified arts” teaches such as Mr.Milliams, Mr.Jones, Mrs.easterberg, and Mr.Giles. Mr. Milliams was my art teacher who was a bagpipe playing, Dragon seeing, Peter Paul and Mary loving guy. Perhaps the reason good old Mr.Milliams saw dragons regularly was because he was “puffing the magic dragon” if you know what i mean. I was pretty sure Mr. Jones was a raging homosexual although he did get married when i left the school(I’m pretty sure it was to a woman). Mrs.easterberg was my librarian and she is the stereo-typical librarian constantally shushing you while maintaining her clip on earrings and wig. Mr. Giles was my big macho man gym teacher he would build Native American canoes with his bare hands(yeah he was that cool.).