Okay, I admit it: I had a miserable sixth grade experience with my first male teacher. Who else had him? What was his name? What are three attributes of his classroom that you can remember!
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Jan, I think his name was Mr. Stone, but I seem to remember it being 5th grade, but could be wrong. Was his classroom on the right at the top of the stairway coming up out of the gym? I too have a vivid memory of him. First male teacher, but little else. Funny I can remember where the room was, but I can't remember what I just had for breakfast!!!!!
Bill, better stick with trying to remember breakfast on this one. It was 6th grade. For his classroom, try the grade school building to the left at the top of the stairs (second floor). His principal's office was straight ahead at the top of the same stairs.
Ah Yes! Sixth grade teacher. Yes, I remember him well. His name was Mr. Shell! 1. He had a paddle with holes in it. 2. He was a Marine who loved the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" (Marines Hymn). 3. He had a good Flattop , high and tight.(Only a Barber would notice.) He always had us repeat the Pledge of Allegiance before class. His class room was second floor in the old building. At the top of the stairway you turned right and went up 3 or 4 steps. His room was on the left which later became the Band Room. Across the hall was Mrs. Brown's room. Mr. Marshall had Economics in that room during our 11th. and 12th. grade years. Doug Warren
Ah, Yes, Mr. Shell...I remember his room and his paddle and I were on a first name basis. If I remember right, he was into American Indian lore (custumes, war dances, etc.)
I can still sing the Marine anthem from memory, since we marched around the room singing it in our very best robust voices. If I recall, his desk was at the back of the room (sneaking up on the enemy?). Since I couldn't easily convert fractions to percentages, try as I might, I turned around a stuck my tongue out at him. We had a serious discussion about in the library, as I recall.
He may have been my sixth grade teacher. But I am not sure, all my teachers wore black and white habits that covered most of their bodies and looked all pretty much the same.
I don't recall Basil Shell having to use a paddle of any kind. His big ole hand was sufficient to "raise one up off the floor" as I can attest to of first-hand knowledge -- so to speak.
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Jan, I think his name was Mr. Stone, but I seem to remember it being 5th grade, but could be wrong. Was his classroom on the right at the top of the stairway coming up out of the gym? I too have a vivid memory of him. First male teacher, but little else. Funny I can remember where the room was, but I can't remember what I just had for breakfast!!!!!
Bill, better stick with trying to remember breakfast on this one. It was 6th grade. For his classroom, try the grade school building to the left at the top of the stairs (second floor). His principal's office was straight ahead at the top of the same stairs.
Ah Yes! Sixth grade teacher. Yes, I remember him well. His name was Mr. Shell! 1. He had a paddle with holes in it. 2. He was a Marine who loved the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" (Marines Hymn). 3. He had a good Flattop , high and tight.(Only a Barber would notice.) He always had us repeat the Pledge of Allegiance before class.
His class room was second floor in the old building. At the top of the stairway you turned right and went up 3 or 4 steps. His room was on the left which later became the Band Room. Across the hall was Mrs. Brown's room. Mr. Marshall had Economics in that room during our 11th. and 12th. grade years. Doug Warren
Ah, Yes, Mr. Shell...I remember his room and his paddle and I were on a first name basis. If I remember right, he was into American Indian lore (custumes, war dances, etc.)
I was wrong...Mr. Shell wasn't the one into Indian lore. It was someone who visited the class. Do anyone else remember him?
I can still sing the Marine anthem from memory, since we marched around the room singing it in our very best robust voices. If I recall, his desk was at the back of the room (sneaking up on the enemy?). Since I couldn't easily convert fractions to percentages, try as I might, I turned around a stuck my tongue out at him. We had a serious discussion about in the library, as I recall.
He may have been my sixth grade teacher. But I am not sure, all my teachers wore black and white habits that covered most of their bodies and looked all pretty much the same.
I don't recall Basil Shell having to use a paddle of any kind. His big ole hand was sufficient to "raise one up off the floor" as I can attest to of first-hand knowledge -- so to speak.
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