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Celinda (Cindi) Ward (Hanna)
Carol Burkhalter . . . now there's a name I remember well but haven't thought of in years. I know Beverley remembers, too, because she spent many hours with me plotting evil deeds against Carol (as any good friend would do). All we did was plot - we never said or did anything to carry through with my fantasies. Sophomore year I dated a guy from California who was a freshman at Tech. His name was Bob Grisham and he was a brother to Gary Don Haught's wife, Ann. I remember he drove a 60-something white Valiant and was just too cute! I met him when my sister-in-law Su and I crashed a party at my house sponsored by my brother, Danny, while our folks were out of town. My brother, Jack, (married to Su at the time) was supposed to be the chaperone. Bob was there with Mike Barbee. Our relationship consisted of a couple of letters from him at Tech and a few dates. Then he met Carol who was a fellow Californian. He dropped me like yesterday's news. Oh, the pain of it all (ha ha). Anyway, it appears he sparked quite a fascination in me for guys from California. I'm married to a Californian now and my former husband (and father of my kids) is also a Californian. Oh yes, I remember Carol! Nothing like teen angst to burn those memories deep into the psyche.
Mrs. Simmons - one of my all time favorite teachers. I remember she did her student teaching from WT our sophomore year and then became a full fledged faculty member our junior and senior years. I was in her class all 3 years. I remember her tale about eloping with Floyd while in college and the story about throwing a knife at him. His response was to ask her to please stop "playing mumbly peg on the kitchen floor". I also remember that she wore a "pantsuit" to school one day and got in trouble for it. It was one of those with the long tunic and she was told that pants were not appropriate for a teacher. She went into the restroom and took the pants off and came out wearing the long tunic which then became an even shorter dress than usual for her. If I'm not mistaken she had to go home that day. She used to take me with her once in awhile down to Mrs. Fulkerson's office where we would eat warm cherry turnovers . . . I do remember all the drool on the floor in the front of the class (ha ha).
Deb C: I got in trouble for referring to MISTER Flanagan as "Flanagan". Ms. Perry (Journalism) told on me. I dropped out of his class after 3 weeks. The only French I learned was "ferma le bouche" which I am pretty sure means "close the mouth". Flanagan used to say "shut your mouth" so that's probably a closer translation! It never made sense to me to have an Irish guy teaching French in the first place.
Deb N: Yes, you were in the same school. Some of us just happen to be cursed with the ability to remember totally insignificant events from 40 to 50 years ago with great detail but can't remember what we had for breakfast this morning. It's that long term vs. short term memory thing. Believe me, there are things I would love to forget. This forum has certainly brought memories to the surface that were long buried but it's been a lot of fun and I'm enjoying reading it all.
I can't remember a good looking chesty art teacher but I never took an art class in school. It sounds like Randy had an angel on his side for that field trip. After all the run-ins with Mr. Pollard I think he was due for a break!
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