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My English teacher tried so valiantly to teach me all about sentence structure, dangling participles, split infinitives, and all the proper skills of writing.

The poor women tried, I just am impossible.

Remember your English teacher?

Yes, we called her tube tits .

Oh, I remember my senior year English teacher. Blond hair, pretty face, flat chested, but had the nicest butt and legs.

When she would stretch to write on the top of the chalkboard, all the guys were focused.

How I learned anything with a raging chubby is beyond me.

All through high school and college, I was woefully deprived of attractive teachers. After college, I got even by marrying a very attractive elementary teacher.

Similar sort of, in that every guy in 12th grade English had the hots for her. Late 30's-early 40ish, red hair, think Lynne Russell of CNN. Nothing special about her figure but nothing to criticize either. Rhoda R., the Imperial Queen Goddess of 12th Grade English, and the single most outstanding teacher I ever had. She held us to extremely high standards and taught us to write and think at a college level. She could wither you with a glance or send you to the Heavens with a little smile of approval. When I took freshman Composition 101 at U. of Florida the instructor told me I was wasting my time there since I already wrote at a level better than most of his junior and senior students and that was all Mrs. R's doing.


The other one I remember was our 8th grade English teacher. I don't remember her name but she was about 27-28 years old and had been a Playboy Bunny in college. She always wore somewhat low cut blouses and dresses so I remember her for a different reason...

I didn't receive much English instruction when it comes to grammar at a high level. Once I was in 8th grade - it was all literature. Later, when I studied/learned a foreign language for work, I was way behind the curve. I had to do a crash course on it.

That said I remember my literature teacher just fine. She was weird tho did let us watch Monty Python's Search for the Holy Grail as an example of medieval times....

I had an English Comp professor a few years back when I went back to college that was great as well. REALLY liked her class. We were the same age and while she was a raging lib - she NEVER brought it in the classroom. Smoking hot too.

I remember my English teachers. Perhaps some of what they taught me sunk in.

But, I remember my sophomore year Health teacher way more vividly. And I know what she taught me sunk in.

I married her. Okay, not my English teacher, but she was both my son's English teacher. Of course, she was my wife before she was their teacher.

I learned more from my 8th grade English teacher than from all the rest combined. We read Animal Farm, The Pearl, and The Jungle. She was an ex-nun. In college, I met my friend Ed. He was the son of a Chicago journalist and a journalism major. Ed taught me to write.

i flunced outof skool.

My high school English teacher was 300lbs and a raging bich. There was one particular young lady in the class that I paid a lot of attention to........

I learned by far the most from my 4th grade English teacher. A guy by the name of Tom Tancredo. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Tancredo

Later on he was a Republican congressman and candidate for President.

He ran a tight ship and piled the work on! I don't think he stayed long as a teacher.

Mine liked my writing and since we were from a small town she and I stayed in touch occasionally. She introduced me to my wife. Best thing that ever happened to me. The teacher? Not a bit attracted to her but I do remember having a couple student teachers whose classes were hard for more than one reason lol

Unfortunately, yes.

Dyslexia and sentence structure do not mix well.

I wanted to bang my 7th grade English teacher something terrible. She took me into the boys bathroom one time and spanked me one time, and it gave me a hard-on.

The only women teachers I had were either nuns or rapidly nearing retirement age. So, my mind not being distracted by spurious thoughts, I learned a lot.

No

"Remember your English teacher?"

Oh yeah, I remember my English teacher, one Mr. C. He also taught the girls fencing team. Goodlooking dude. Always dressed in the latest ivy league style. The girls in his classes fawned over him like you wouldn't believe.

He got nailed for porking one of the team members. He ended up in San Quenton for a very very long time. Us guys thought he was a royal arsehole.
Paul B.

My HS English teacher was good, but not remarkable. What I do remember is bringing my .22 rifle and a shotgun to English class for a show-and-tell presentation. This was suburban NY in the 1950s. Nobody batted an eye, any more than carrying my shotgun through our small downtown over the handlebars of my bike, going duck hunting. Or carrying an uncased .22 on the bus to the next town, for shooting on the basement range at the junior HS.

Just think about the reaction if any of that should occur today. SWAT at a minimum.

It's not the guns, folks, it's the culture.

Paul

Our physics teacher used to do a lot of gov work in the 70's. Nuclear missile stuff. He was also an AVID goose hunter and in the 90's when I was in HS - he'd roll in about 3rd period and we'd yell out the window - "show em" and sure enough - he'd have a couple of geese in the back of his SAAB.

Guns at school was a regular thing even then in the mid 90's.