Junior High

Lets see...Junior High....

Well, in Mr. E's literature class I learned how NOT to read. Since reading wasn't the easiest task for me, when given a book to read, I skimmed...at most....and was able to get a C on the daily quizzes based on the classroom discussion before the quiz. Then as long as I paid attention in class, I get an A on the test because we had covered what the book was about in our class. So, I got a B for the class. Pretty good grade for not having read a single book in his class the whole year.

Mrs. W. taught English and I became an expert at congregating sentences. I can still congregate with the best of them. I guess you could say I learned that in school. But I never use the skill and don't even know why it was so important. I'm just not asked very often to identify the noun, verb, adjectives, adverbs and prepositional phrases very often. What I'll always remember about Mrs. W. was my campaign. You see, Mrs. W. let everyone choose their own seat when she made a seating chart. One day when everyone moved, but I stayed in my seat in the front of the class. I kind of liked the space. But then Justin, moved into the seat behind me. Justin and I had a love/hate relationship and the minute he sat down, I tried to move. Mrs. W. wouldn't let me. I pleaded with her for about 10 minutes, but she wouldn't let me move. The next day I came with a little flag on a stick that said, "Let Me Move". I said nothing. Just placed the little flag on my desk. As Mrs. W. took attendance she caught sight of my little flag. The next 10 minutes of class were lost with her laughing hysterically. She was laughing so hard that Mr. E from next door came over to see what was happening. He also thought it was quite humorous and Mr. E. didn't really think anything was too funny. Still, Mrs. W. wouldn't let me move. The next day Mr. E. tried to help me out. He gave me a piece of paper that said "Moses said let my people go" and a piece of tape. So the 2nd day of my campaign I had my little flag and Mr. E's. sign. Once again, a good 10 minutes of class were wasted. My fellow classmates were loving it! On day 3, I had to resort to bribery. I had the flag, the sign and a Snickers. The minute she saw the Snickers, she let me move, and I had won!

Mr. P was a good pre-algebra teacher. Loved his class. Mr. C was a find social studies teacher, but I didn't ever read the text book. I had an awesome Earth Science teacher. I can't remember her name, but I think I liked her content. We studied space. I remember Mr. R's science class...once again, textbooks and I didn't get along, but diecting a worm was cool, at least the 1st day before it was all dried up. Mrs. R. the gym teacher never could get me to figure out what a double dribble was, but she tried.

I joined KICK club, but didn't really fit in because it was all "popular" people. But we put on dances and I liked helping decorate.

Travis dropped a bag of some white powder in the hallway and no, it wasn't baking soda!

That's about all I can remember about Junior High.