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English.
As an undergrad, I was a biology major/chemistry minor. English (lit, writing, etc) classes were the "easy A" classes I used to pad my schedule here and there. Ended up with an undeclared minor in English. :bigwink:
 
In school I was always really good in math......just the basics like add, subtract, multiply, divide, fractions, decimals etc.

I never had any of that fancy stuff like algebra, trigonometry or geometry but somehow I've been able to survive for almost 69 years without them.
 
Furryanimal said:
. What Was Your Favorite Subject In School?
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Miss Dickerson
She taught kindergarten thru second grade in the room next to mine

I wrote about it awhile back

(it became a story, sorry about the length)


The Wadsworth Years

Mrs Wadsworth was our teacher for a couple years…..actually 2 ½ years, as she stepped in when Mr Taboli made his infamous exit.
The white coats didn’t come to get him, but after the zip gun affair we never saw Mr Taboli again…our first conquest.

Mrs Wadsworth was different.
She was old, and done with it all, but folks gathered around her and conned her out of retirement.
Turns out she’d run a concentration camp of grades six thru eight back in Milton-Freewater for centuries.
Quite the disciplinarian, as she could still wield a bamboo rod with the deftness of a samurai.
And those high top orthopedic oxfords that housed her rheumatoid ankles were nothin’ to mess with either.
She stood about five six, and weighed in at oh say 97 lbs, but still had a presence about her.
I got her to smile a couple times, but usually she wore this sour look, like she just got fed some horse shit, of which we tried.
She had what was sometimes referred to as denture face, some real jowls, kinda looked like Deputy Dawg’s gramma….and she used it to her advantage, lookin’ down on you thru her bifocals.
Eddy P, the terror of turd grade, was putty in her gnarly hands,
and even his little brother, satan of second grade, was no match.

So things were as quiet as they could be in those two years.

We all respected her, and I even admired her, and I’d like to think she got a charge outta me,
as she would single me out as an example for others not to follow.
When she gave me her special attention, I’d notice her neck would commence to sorta blossom into a rather deep crimson beginning at the start of her collar and creeping up to her chin.
This aurora was gradual, and mesmerizing.

Grammar was her specialty, and diagramming sentences on the black board was what we all did,
over and over…past participles and me became friends, as we both found our little special place in the parse tree of life.

But the second room in that school held my fond attention.
Miss Dickerson taught kindergarten thru second grade.
She had a dimpled smile that would melt me into deep daydreams of her and I.
I’d sit thru history class, fanaticizing about us goin’ campin’.
Her lookin’ on with admiration of me building a camp fire with nothin’ but my woodsman’s prowess,
and then skinny dippin’ and then, well things got sorta grey from there, so I’d be stuck on replay,
filling in more details with each re-run of my boyish manliness and her absolute womanliness,
then fog, then back to camping, swimming, fog
….sometimes we’d just lay on the bank after skinny dippin’, all naked, basking in the sun, fixated on each other’s *******s…but there was always that darn fog…….
 
Gary O' said:
Miss Dickerson





But the second room in that school held my fond attention.
Miss Dickerson taught kindergarten thru second grade.
She had a dimpled smile that would melt me into deep daydreams of her and I.
I’d sit thru history class, fanaticizing about us goin’ campin’.
Her lookin’ on with admiration of me building a camp fire with nothin’ but my woodsman’s prowess,
and then skinny dippin’ and then, well things got sorta grey from there, so I’d be stuck on replay,
filling in more details with each re-run of my boyish manliness and her absolute womanliness,
then fog, then back to camping, swimming, fog
….sometimes we’d just lay on the bank after skinny dippin’, all naked, basking in the sun, fixated on each other’s *******s…but there was always that darn fog…….
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Speaking of hot teachers.

Back in 61' when I was eleven (I remember the year because we would practice getting under our desks in her class during the Bay of Pigs deal) I had a drop dead gorgeous, tall, buxom, twenty something blonde gal for a teacher that I can still picture in my mind to this day.....I honestly can't recall what she taught and because I spent most of my waking hours fantasising about her so I doubt very seriously that I payed enough attention to pass her class anyway.

Pheww......excuse me for a moment I'm going to step outside to cool off, for some reason reminising just made it very warm in here.

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Definitely not Algebra or even some math, but regular math was fine. Definitely not Drafting either. Ended up with a "D" for the year.

Typing and...…….my typing teacher. She was married and my Speech & Drama teacher was her husband.

Speech & Drama

All other classes were pretty much a failing grade...…...golly, did I really say that!
 
Chemistry. We had a great teacher who was mad as a hatter. He would have us standing on our desks singing the periodic table and make up little plays to illustrate chemical reactions. Unfortunately, he suffered from ill health and had to retire. We then had a series of 'supply' teachers, one of whom was great fun because he taught us about explosives.

We also had a great lab technician who had gone to 'public' school with Prince Charles. He used to make wine in the lab preparation area and we used to drink it from test tubes. The said lab tech. was very keen on horse racing and went on to work for one of the UK's largest racing stables. I changed tack and studied electrical & electronic engineering.
 
Math.
And here's the kind of thing I still sometimes think about: there is "non-Euclidean" geometry.
Well, if it's not Euclidean, why shouldn't it get its own term? If Trigonometry is like Geometry in three dimensions and "non-Euclidean" uses a fourth, I vote that it should be renamed "Quadronomics".
Been wondering about this (well, it comes to mind occasionally) for years, but I don't know who to call :p
A glimpse of the inside of my head. ;):rolleyes::eek:nthego:
 
Captain Lightning-if I had your teacher I might not have dropped Chemistry..
Talking of hot teachers there was a History teacher at my school who could be called that.Sadly didn't teach me.Must be in her seventies now.No names.She might be a member.....
 
It's hard to say....Years ago we went to 1 school from Kindergarten to Ninth Grade, then to High School for 3 years....

It was hard going to the High School which had many students we never met....But I was lucky, I met my husband in High School....

Anyway, I loved my Secretarial Studies....Short Hand and typing...At that time the typewriter was not electric....LOL!!!!!

I was my Teacher's pet....She recommended me to a Company when I was graduating High School....I was hired right out of school....I only took 1 week off
after Graduation....
 
peppermint said:
It's hard to say....Years ago we went to 1 school from Kindergarten to Ninth Grade, then to High School for 3 years....

It was hard going to the High School which had many students we never met....But I was lucky, I met my husband in High School....

Anyway, I loved my Secretarial Studies....Short Hand and typing...At that time the typewriter was not electric....LOL!!!!!

I was my Teacher's pet....She recommended me to a Company when I was graduating High School....I was hired right out of school....I only took 1 week off
after Graduation....
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I remember the typing classes and short hand. I have to admit I enjoyed those classes, but like you I was lucky that I also met my Husband when I was in High School !:)
 
Furryanimal said:
. What Was Your Favorite Subject In School?
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English

Senior year
My English prof looked very much like Emily Dickinson
Attractive in subtle ways

Not immediately fetching, but had a demure understated appeal for those 45 minutes, of which my fantasies took a good 30

Trim, but with curves unfettered by conservative attire

Her smile would lengthen those generous lips of hers

So

Yeah

English
 

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