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My best memories from school are of a teacher that it seems no other students liked. I didn't realize how much I appreciated him until many years later.
Spanish was his first language. He spoke english with a very heavy accent and you could tell that it bothered him. He worked hard to teach us that proper speach was important. Most of us didn't listen to him. I on the other hand had no choice but to listen. For some reason, he singled me out and was very strict with me. If I was walking down a hall filled with other students and responded to one of them with a "yeah" he would hear me, slap me across the back of my head and say "the word is YES".
Some forty years later, I think of this nearly every day. Every time I say "yeah" I think of him and at least in my mind I will correct myself.
Thanks for bringing forth memories.
Spanish was his first language. He spoke english with a very heavy accent and you could tell that it bothered him. He worked hard to teach us that proper speach was important. Most of us didn't listen to him. I on the other hand had no choice but to listen. For some reason, he singled me out and was very strict with me. If I was walking down a hall filled with other students and responded to one of them with a "yeah" he would hear me, slap me across the back of my head and say "the word is YES".
Some forty years later, I think of this nearly every day. Every time I say "yeah" I think of him and at least in my mind I will correct myself.
Thanks for bringing forth memories.