Oh my

Second story. Without going into a lot of detail, I have raised my daughter from the time she was three on my own. Given what she had gone thru, I became very protective of her. During her fifth grade year, I got a call from her teacher and set up a meeting. When I got there, I went thru the “my daughter has had it pretty rough” when she stopped me and said “This meeting is about you not her”.
She went on to say that it was time to let her find herself and that I was holding her back. Well that was a pretty hard pill to swallow. She leaned over and said “Trust me on this”. The next day my daughter came home and told me that Mrs. M. signed her up for basketball. I just swallowed the news and went along. Next it was volleyball, then softball. Mrs. M. was pushing her to try new things.
By eight grade, she was the “super athlete” in the school and the private high schools were inquiring. Her school work was above average. In high school, she has won many sports awards and even a county award for her work in “mock trial”.
Mrs. M. died when my daughter was in 7th grade. I could never repay her for the year she worked with her.

First teacher I really liked was Mrs. Connie, she was this old woman who was totally a flower child in the 60s. She taught world religions. Before that I was hardcore atheist and thought all religions were totally lame dude. Then after waking & baking and going to class (I had her 1st period) almost every day my first semester of high school, I was like "whatever man." Some of the shit she made us do.. meditate, babble in made-up languages.. one of the homework assignments we had was to do absolutely nothing for 10 minutes. That was a pretty weird class but we went on a lot of field trips.. and it was an easy get stoned and get an A class.

Wait back that up first teacher I liked was Mr. Fisher in 8th grade. He was a vietnam war hero and pretty fuckin funny, that was the first time I realized old people are pretty cool.

There was Mrs. Grace.. god damn she was hot. She was a sexy dutch-american with beautiful blonde hair, long legs perfect ass, had an ankle tattoo and she wore those sexy librarian horn-rimmed glasses. She taught AP US history. I barely took that class seriously, only read 1 chapter in full and got B's and C's on all the tests. Got a C in the class. I was also stoned a lot because it was right after lunch. One time I was high and eating one of those tiny hostess donuts, didnt see her behind me and she got really close to me and gave me this funny little sarcastic speech about how she was going to punish me severely for eating in class. When she walked away I said something stupid like "drop hot wax on my dick!" haha.

Then there was mrs Pehling, she was like bipolar or some shit and had absolutely no control over the class. We didn't learn shit. I remember using the scientific scale to weigh out a couple grams of weed and bag it up in her class, and even rolling a blunt. This class was also the source of one of my all time favorite quotes from school:

Ok so this was after a friend sitting behind me talking to a friend sitting in front of me. The whole class was talking but it was during our "final". Eventually it quieted down a little bit, after most of us finished the test, and even though there were other people talking, she went straight to my two friends and said

"W AND A SHUT UP AND FINISH THE TEST!"
W: Sorry mrs. pehling.
*5 second pause*
A: Hey W what's the answer to number 1?