tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100025271486308902.post2146799549956880138..comments2023-07-07T03:01:38.854-06:00Comments on Three Sisters: Flash Back Friday: What did you love (or hate) most about school?Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491265801027721900noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100025271486308902.post-54324583203412684952008-09-15T11:18:00.000-06:002008-09-15T11:18:00.000-06:00Don't you guys know that Mr. Ocken has a cat on to...Don't you guys know that Mr. Ocken has a cat on top of his head and no hair - he must be 'buying' gray.........Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100025271486308902.post-21974623421998205982008-09-13T08:31:00.000-06:002008-09-13T08:31:00.000-06:00Hey Katie, I think your handle was wascally wabbit...Hey Katie, I think your handle was wascally wabbit. But maybe not. lucky duck? Was someone's handle robin hood or oscar the grouch? maybe that was my imaginary family instead.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100025271486308902.post-27526992731495942452008-09-12T20:24:00.000-06:002008-09-12T20:24:00.000-06:00I see Mr. Ocken on a fairly regular basis. I belo...I see Mr. Ocken on a fairly regular basis. I belong to the same PDK group. He always asks about you two. He may be grayer, but he is just as nice as I remembered him to be.<BR/><BR/>I can't believe Pilfold scared you that much. Talk about someone who never changes. She looks just the same as when I left high school!<BR/><BR/>I probably soured you on Mr. Miller --- sorry but I still haven't forgiven him for forcing me to try cooked heart when we were studying anatomy. I moved from Emerson where Mr. Broers (my most favorite science teacher ever other than my science methods professor) had us dissecting pigs. I didn't quite make the jump from cutting them up to eating them. In his room, it was obvious who lived on the wrong side of the tracks and we must have had tracks running through our livingroom! I used every excuse possible to miss school during the remainder of that year.<BR/><BR/>The one thing I was definitely positive that I DIDN'T want to be was a teacher. My library media professors tried to talk me into getting a school endorsement and I flatly refused because there was no way in Hades that I was every going to teach! <BR/><BR/>When my back didn't survive the Navy, I had to readjust my life goals because I had decided before ever going to boot camp to make that my career and then retire at 40 and go to work for the post office. Weird, I know.<BR/><BR/>I had thought for sure I would make Taco John's my life, but fortunately management decided a guy who was getting married would be the next management candidate because he would have a family to support. That pissed me off so I quit.<BR/><BR/>Fortunately I met the right people along the way and ended up where I was meant to be. There is nothing quite like torturing students. I had always blanched at teaching little, little kids and only took the first and second grade job as a way to get my foot in the door until an upper grade job opened up. I wouldn't leave this age level now for anything. <BR/><BR/>My handle was Hot Stuff. I could never be a truck driver. I liked going with dad to Ravenna, but only because we got cheeseburgers, chocolate shakes and quarters to play pinball. Do they even make CB's any more?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100025271486308902.post-28290229835197222862008-09-12T16:13:00.000-06:002008-09-12T16:13:00.000-06:00Mr. Ocken was just in my office. I haven't seen h...Mr. Ocken was just in my office. I haven't seen him for several years, you mention his name and in he comes. Still looks the same but with a little more gray hair.SisterTwohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685233569521491340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100025271486308902.post-32613285800528352642008-09-12T13:12:00.000-06:002008-09-12T13:12:00.000-06:00Love the picture of you from pre-school. I rememb...Love the picture of you from pre-school. I remember Blue Puppy Dog school also. I remember playing with the tea set. That was always fun. Yes it was between the middle and high schools. <BR/><BR/>I don't remember a favorite teacher in grade school, but Mrs. Nelson (Pat) was my favorite in high school. I also liked Mrs. Peterson the year I had her for English. <BR/><BR/>How in the heck do you remember the things that you remember???? Green Goose! I have NO idea what my cb handle was. Yikes, that was a loooooong time ago.SisterTwohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685233569521491340noreply@blogger.com