Mine was, no lie, Miss English.
Mine was, no lie, Miss English.
I only had one teacher for all of 3rd grade. That included English as well as the other stuff. She had a name.
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For most BF members, it wasn't a successful educational experience anyway. None of them can spell.
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Only one teacher for the whole grade...Mrs. Klein. I remember she loved dogs, and remember her coming into the room crying and telling us the President had just been shot (JFK).....
I truthfully do not recall anything specific about third grade, other than I won a prize from the local newspaper for an essay I wrote. My mother still has a copy of Edmond paper from that day.
I can't believe I don't remember my teacher's name from last year...
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This is a funny thread because third grade was actually a year that stands out in my mind. My teachers name was Mr. Wilson. He must have only been about 60 but at the time he seemed ancient to me. He had a real bad temper. He would come in smelling like booze and cigarettes almost every morning. I was a bad kid so I probably deserved it but he had a habit of grabbing me and some other kids by the arm just above the bicep hard enough to leave a bruise when he wanted you to move or sit down. I complained a couple of times to my parents and showed them the bruises so they must have called the principal.
A few days after that happened he got mad a friend of mine and grabbed him by the arm and his arm came out of joint. The paramedics came and took to the hospital. That was the last time I saw Mr Wilson and that afternoon we had the assistant principal for a sub.
The story gets better. The next day we had a new teacher named Miss Marcron. She was about 21 and she was by far the hottest teacher that I ever had in my whole life. I will never forget her or Mr Wilson - for different reasons :-). I could never tell you who my 2nd grade teacher or my 4th grade teacher's name was but 3rd grade is a year I remember. :-)
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I despised my gr. 3 teacher. Horrible woman. She told me not to lie in creative writing assignments and Lake Tahoe doesn't exist. She resembled Mrs. Roper from "Three's Company" with the orange fro and muu muu dresses. Horrible.
Mrs. Logan was my third grade teacher. I remember her taking a poll of the class to see who our parents voted for (Nixon or McGovern). Me and another kid were the only ones who raised their hands for McGovern. Kind of like the nation in microcosm.
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Didn't have an "English teacher" specifically... she taught us all the subjects, and happened to also live down the street from me. (which was eerie) Mrs. Wright.
She was a terrifying woman.....to a third grader. She looked about 300 years old, and legend had it she was undead. (No, I'm not kidding!) She actually turned out to be a nice little old lady, though.
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