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Not so happy school days...this is the school year that I still remember with shock and horror!
MISS D, evil tormentor of children's souls...may she roast in wherever it is really mean people get to congregate. Miss D was not particularly fond of any of us except for the matchy matchy girls on the front row and P standing directly behind her...the rest of us...well, we suffered.
I have racked my brain to determine what it was that I did or said to irritate her so much. I always talked too much doesn't seem like that was a cause for extreme loathing...Miss D would put your name on the board and each check that you received meant you stayed after school for 5 minutes...I never received just one check mark...with great flourish and bluster she would yell my name C*******(my honest to goodness given name to which I am not overly fond) and I would get the minimum of 4 checks...yep that equals 20 minutes and that was on a good day. The best part of this was the friendship that developed with B. She usually received a requisite four check marks as well. We walked home together. A united solidarity against the evil troll that was Miss D. B and Me. On the front row. Her Dad was Air Force, mine was Army. She was Jewish and I was Catholic. She, a graceful ballet dancer, me...rather clumsy. She, the brunette...Me, the blonde! We celebrated Christmas and Hanukkah. My dad was transferred to Fort Carson, Colorado...her hometown was Colorado Springs...we missed each other by a hair. By the time they arrived in Colorado we were en route to South Carolina. We wrote letters and exchanged pictures...she danced for a ballet troupe, I got married. We lost touch and I think of her with great fondness...Miss D, well I still think she was an ogre...what did she teach me that year...fear, dislike and distrust.
As aside, this was a time when teachers were never questioned...your parents trusted them implicitly.
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11 comments:
I had an evil Miss D as well, but mine was in 3rd grade. She made us write words or copy pages out of the dictionary when we were bad. I love that picture by the way.
That is a great picture! I don't know if I ever had any teachers that bad, but I sure did have some that I didn't care for too much.
I think Cornelia is a wonderful name!
cornelia? how regal!!!
as for ms. d....you know all about my evil nemesis, mrs. black...so i'm happy you put her out there for all to see!
love the pic!
thanks Michelle...
p.s. you can click on the picture to make it larger :)
This reminds me of my best friend in elementary school. We're still friends! Those are the best.
P.S. I never would have guessed Cornelia. How do you feel about Cordelia? That's only one letter off!
Stories like this make me so angry (the teacher part). Why do some adults feel that it's okay to terrorize some kids??? I like the friendship aspect of the post. Have you tried to do a google search for her?
I was terrified of my first grade teacher. I was actually considering posting about it sometime. Why must teachers be so mean sometimes? Makes you really appreciate the nice ones...Which kid are you? the blond girl in the front row with the dimples, knee socks and blue dress is my guess.
Oops, not knee socks, white hose.
@ Tracey, Yes that would be me and B would be the teeny tiny girl with crocheted vest and glorious long, long black hair.
but here's the important thing: she never quenched your magic!
nice to be back, connie, and wonderful as always to see a bit of your world.
(: pippa
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