My kindergarten teacher still walks among us.

I’m soon to be 62. When I was in manistee 27 years ago with my wife we were shopping at a food store. Mind you I was 35. What is that 30 years after kindergarten? (For tGreenway It’s only 20). Anyway I saw her. In my excitement I just blurted “Mrs Johnson how are you doing?!?!” She turns and looks at me and says. “Why Dan…. How are you?” My wife was floored. I didn’t give her my name I just shouted hers. I’m so happy she’s kicking. I’m going to stop by and see her.

102 is way too young to have been your kindergarten teacher.

Motown Spartan wrote:102 is way too young to have been your kindergarten teacher.

Yeah, he is lying. This is most likely who he took to junior prom.

She’s a Spartan too

That’s hilarious. I don’t even know my wife’s phone number.

Mrs Johnson passed away yesterday. 102 Wow. She was sharp as a tack . I imagine she was the last of my grade school teachers alive. He’ll most of my middle school teachers and high school teachers are gone.

Wow, most of my early teachers at least through 2nd grade seemed pretty near death's door when I had them 40+ years ago. I think my K, 1st, and 2nd grade teachers all retired by the time I was out of elementary (so like 10 years after I had them).

A few of my HS teachers are still around. I’m friends with them on social media.
I’ve walked past a couple of long-since retired teachers from my school who are married but I never had in class. They live in our neighborhood. There’s also a retired Catholic Central teacher/coach who I’m friends with. No idea what’s up with my Jr. HS and elementary teachers, but they’re likely gone or close to it.
I was bummed when I learned of the passing of a former teacher/principal who taught my driver Ed class. No doctor could figure out what was wrong with him. He used google to correctly identify his own ALS. Very sad.

The best teacher I ever had is still kicking. He was my 8th grade english teacher ( plus football and basketball coach). We had a semester in English where he did nothing but break down lyrics to rock songs. Rolling Stones ( sympathy for the devil), Elton John ( Levon), Eric Burden and the animals ( sky Pilot) and some Peter Paul and Mary.

I'm not sure how popular this was in catholic school but I always thought it was very cool. Anyway, he's in his late 80's now and showed up for my brother's funeral. He has some dementia but remembered me instantly. More for basketball than being a student. He said: you were an unorganized student but had "all the moves" on the basketball floor.

duffy munn wrote:The best teacher I ever had is still kicking. He was my 8th grade english teacher ( plus football and basketball coach). We had a semester in English where he did nothing but break down lyrics to rock songs. Rolling Stones ( sympathy for the devil), Elton John ( Levon), Eric Burden and the animals ( sky Pilot) and some Peter Paul and Mary.

I'm not sure how popular this was in catholic school but I always thought it was very cool. Anyway, he's in his late 80's now and showed up for my brother's funeral. He has some dementia but remembered me instantly. More for basketball than being a student. He said: you were an unorganized student but had "all the moves" on the basketball floor.

My coach would’ve remembered me as having Scott Skiles-like numbers in height and speed, minus the basketball talent.

My favorite teacher put Hunter Thompsons “fear and loathing in Las Vegas” in my hands as a freshman in high school because I was an ass hole in her class. She said read it and I won’t have to read any of the other stuff in her class that marking period. It was the first time I enjoyed reading a book.

Frankly, probably changed my life. Parents always made me read, she made me want to read.

I don't think I could pick out half of my high school teachers in a lineup. As for middle or elementary school, not a chance. It makes me wonder if I have CTE or some shit. :scared:

My mom told me that my first grade teacher recognized her in a grocery store and asked about me. She said I was one of her favorite students in all her years of teaching. I can believe it. I kicked ass that year. Reading, math, finger painting, show and tell - I had no weakness. Had I known then that it would be my peak, I might have savored it.