Ziggy by Tom Wilson & Tom II for September 17, 2018

uh… ma’am… Zig’s STILL “this” high

“MY!! How you’ve grown!

My fifth grade teacher was named Miss Devine. She was the first teacher I ever had who showed any positive feeling toward us kids. Then one day she disappeared and we were told we would have substitutes for the rest of the year. I went home and cried for hours. Over fifty years later it hit me: She probably died! They should have told us; I would have cried as much in either case. (The horror of the next year and a half is a tale of woe for another time, may Miss Graham rot in hell.)

In the 50s and 60s, as soon as the baby bump became obvious, the female teacher was replaced. Many of my grade school teachers were there for half a year or less. It wasn’t until 6th grade, when the teacher I had for the entire year, a WW2 widow, took an interest in me, saw potential that I did not and convinced my parents that I could be the 1st in the nuclear and extended family to go to and graduate from college, that my vision for my future expanded…her name translated into English as ‘a good woman’. She was.

I didn’t like my 5th grade teacher.

I used to teach Jr Hi and invariably I’d have a boy who was 5’2" 120 lbs who’d later go off to college – then come back for homecoming 6 or 7 years later at 6’3" 240 lbs. and go “Gee, don’t you remember me??”

some things never change!

Awwwwwww, Randy Newman was right!