Stop laughing. Right now. I mean it. Stand up and wipe your eyes. Are you done?
We are standing in front of the first school I ever taught in....McKinley School. Our mascot was the Redcoats. And it was the greatest feeling....and I looked good. That was some awesome hair I was sporting....and how about Big Guy's socks? He was hot. Back off, ladies...he's all mine. Oh yeah, College Girl was 2.


This was the greatest school building....it smelled so good. You know that school smell--it's the best smell. And that new book smell...mmmm...love it. A superintendent laughed at me one day when I cracked open a new book inhaled deeply and came up smiling. What????
Anyway, this building had 3 floors and lots of stairs. Kids all over it because we had too many kids for the space we had. My average class size was 30 with my largest class being 36. I loved every minute of it....well there was that one time...um, I'll save that for another day.

I could also open my windows. Not everybody in the building could open their windows....as you can see there was one air conditioner for the office. Remember heat schedule? Ahhh, those were the good ol' days.

And that is a typewriter in that back corner...and I used it. A lot. Crazy isn't it...that was only 17 years ago. Now I have a computer cart with 10 laptops on it in my room. Look at those desks in rows....I actually had black X's on the floor so they would know where the desk was supposed to be. I am not anal. Really, I am not.

When I see these pictures I am reminded of those first kids I taught....those kids are grown ups now with jobs and kids and lives and it is completely utterly incredibly amazing to me that I get to say....
I was her teacher. I was his teacher.
Lucky me.
3 comments:
Wow!!! What great pictures. I honestly don't remember your hair being that bad!!! But I do remember LOVING you and loving having you as a teacher!!!
I agree with Ann...WOW! And I just wanted to say "THANK YOU" for this post!
It made me want to laugh and cry all at the same time. I remember being a 6th grader and our lockers were the ones in the gym and we had to SHARE them with someone else....WEIRD, but we got used to it! Oh, and all those STAIRS....those stairs heard many conversations about who liked who and saw many secret notes being passed from girlfriend to boyfriend (or vice versa)... HOW FUNNY!
And I remember being in your class (at the new Middle School) when you made us all guess if we thought you were having a boy or girl...then telling us we were all right, b/c you were having BOTH!!!
Thanks for the memories!
Arica (Chaffee) Hayes
Go you Clay Center Redcoats!
Fight for victory!
Fight for faith in our dear name,
oh fight for victory!
You rah rah!
Go you Clay Center Redcoats!
You can win this game!
With our banners flying,
we will cheer you on to fame.
You rah rah rah!
Red and white!
Red and white!
You rah rah rah!
Red and white!
Red and white!
You rah rah rah!
Red and white!
Red and white!
Fight team fight!
Fight team fight!
Fight team!
Fight team!
Fight fight fight!
Yes. I was your favorite student.
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