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Originally Posted by chuckinca
So after Mrs Traphagen made me do 10th grade English again and I got sent into 3rd track (from 1st track) I got to spend the next two years in English checking out Joanne Feldhouse's mini skirt. Joanne did well after HS and was a Northwest Airlines Stew back in the days when Stews were hot.
GG being a former hollaback girl probably was not a bad person to sit next to either.
PS: Boomer, you need to sit with us two/too
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Hey chuck,
I had to look twice when you said Gracie was a "hollaback girl." And then it dawned on me what it meant. I did what Mrs. Traphagen probably taught you to do when you did not know what a word meant. -- Use the context clues. And I knew that Gracie was a cheerleader (and I bet she was fun to sit next to in class) and then I realized what “hollaback girl” means.…..
"Gimme a T!"
"T" (the holler back)
"Gimme a V !" (the next holler back)
A hollaback girl is a cheerleader!
Thanks for teaching me a new word. Mrs. Traphagen would be proud of you.
Now, about you and Mrs. Traphagen……..……
First of all, please take a look at that sentence, “Mrs. Traphagen made me do 10th grade English again.” -- Sooooo, that’s how you still see it….
allllll these years later. Mrs. Traphagen
made you. Oh my goodness. You had nothing to do with it huh. Are you sure you do not still owe the unforgettable Mrs. Traphagen a two-page essay on
Silas Marner?
Please understand that I am not trying to give you a hard time. And I am glad things worked out so well for you. But for some reason, I feel compelled to speak up for the Mrs. Traphagens everywhere.
Nobody ever has flashbacks about their math teachers or their history teachers. Nooooooo, it’s always the English teacher -- well, sometimes it’s the phys ed teacher -- but mostly, it’s all those poor, misunderstood Mrs. Traphagens out there. Did you know that sometimes things can get so difficult and complicated that English teachers have to pretend that they are not English teachers?
I have been around here for a long time and I have already told the story about my friend the English teacher who sometimes lied when asked what kind of work she did. In fact I think I have told the story twice since 2007. But at risk of being criticized for being redundant, I think I need to tell it again, in case you have not seen it. This might give you a glimpse into what it could be like to be an English teacher. English teachers know how they are perceived. And sometimes they just gotta do what they gotta do……
If you have read this little story before, forgive me, but I think it is appropriate here in the defense of all those English teachers out there. Sometimes people just need to walk a mile in their sensible shoes. Here's the summer rerun........
A friend of mine is an English teacher. (The most besmirched of all the English majors.) Anyway, in our younger days, when she was still single, she would sometimes go with her friends to a bar, also known as a meet market, to see if there were any possibilities there.
She was a clever English major because she knew exactly what to do when some guy started hitting on her by asking, "Hey, baby, what's your sign?"
She would tell him her sign. (A lot of English majors are Libras I bet.) And she would wait for the next question which was usually, "Where do you work?"
If she thought he was cute and had possibilities, she would say, "I work for the phone company." (I don't know why she picked the phone company, but she always said that.)
Of course, if she thought he was a jerk or a loser, she would just say, "I am an English teacher." She knew that would guarantee that he would flee or at least move down a couple of barstools.
With the ones she liked, she used her way with words to lure them in. Later, when she got around to telling them that she did not really work for the phone company and that she was, in fact, an English teacher, by that time, those guys were so completely smitten that they always said they understood and forgave her immediately.
She eventually married a guy who came to fix her furnace. And fix it he did. And they lived happily ever after.
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So anyway, the point of all this is that English teachers might need to be cut a little slack. It’s not easy to grade all those papers and to try to teach teenagers to appreciate literature and to hang around in bars all night telling lies and to have a furnace that needs fixing.
Boomer