Teacher Appreciation

Today I remember my 7th grade home economics teacher Mrs. Quiggle. Marge Quiggle. She was already old when she was my teacher. I didn’t speak a whole lot of English then, but I suppose one does not need to be well versed in the language to sew a sundress or make a baked Alaska. A couple of months ago I started sewing again, and I thought about Mrs. Quiggle a lot, how she made me press open every seam before continuing on.

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Then there was Mr. Anderson. He was my 8th grade social studies teacher. I had a crush on him. I don’t know why because he was not particularly handsome. I worked extra hard to submit an extra awesome book report on Nigeria. Before I moved away (leaving Minnesota for Oregon), he gave me a picture of him standing next to his wife. Nobody cared about his wife of course, but he was my favorite.

Today I’m also reading my 6th graders’ responses to this warm-up. The answer is there are 30 days left of school.

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  1. Debbie Boden
    Posted May 3, 2016 at 12:37 pm | Permalink

    My 7th grade social studies teacher scared me to death. Her name was Mrs. Stitt. One day the class was going to have a book drop, and I went up and asked to go to the bathroom 2 minutes before it was supposed to happen because I wanted her to know that I was out of the room and not participating – I knew I would get in trouble if I had participated. My grandmother would help me with my social studies homework everyday – I got an A in the class but cannot remember anything I learned. I loved my science teacher though!

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