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My stepmom and I were just on the back porch, drinking wine and enjoying the late summer air. Since we both attended the same high school, we were reminiscing about some the teachers we shared.
“What about Mr. Bates, did you have him?” She asked.
“Yes. I had him for 12th year English.” I said.
“Did you know his nickname?” She asked.
“Uh yeah…" And with slight hesitation, I added, “Master Bates.”
Pause.
“No. Not that. We called him (insert the name of some James Bond character that I cannot recall)." She said.
“Oh.” I said.
Cue awkward parent-child moment.
Comments
We had an English teacher named Mrs. Titus. I think she did everything she could possibly do to not be Mrs. Tight-ass, including spending an entire class talking about her dog instead of assigning work.
Posted by: Noelle | August 30, 2007 9:54 AM
Ha! Awesome. Good thing there was wine involved, huh?
Posted by: shelley | August 30, 2007 10:43 AM
Heehee. I remember him. I think if I were ever going to consider a job as a teacher I'd seriously think about my last name. For instance, one of my best friends is a teacher and her name is Ms. Keefer. There are a couple of options with that one, depending on which direction you want to go.
Posted by: Nic | August 30, 2007 2:21 PM
N: wow, I would've never gotten tight-ass from titus. I must be getting oldeer.
S: yes. amnesiac effect.
N: Well my name is not too bad. Oh wait, cunning lindquist - ouch.
Posted by: kir | August 31, 2007 11:16 AM
Of course I love any post referencing our good 'ol alma mater!
Posted by: b | August 31, 2007 10:15 PM