Frazz by Jef Mallett for September 10, 2011

Ah, vitreous humor.

… jinx.

Eye wouldn’t stoop to such lowbrow humor. Put a lid on it, or it’s 30 lashes for you all!

corny. i wonder if teachers remember the names of their former students years later.

Amazingly some seem to. Went to a fairly large school where I pretty much blended in with the paint and one day 5 years later I was visiting the old area and saw and old teacher who remembered everything about me. Amazing how much they do pay attention.

My Grade 1 teacher said that 4 pupils in my class eventually earned Ph. D.s. Think of the memory she must have had to make that statement.

My grade school teacher said 85% go to the State Penn. She only had to read the paper

Frazz has a Boston accent!

My daughter had a pre-school teacher for two years, ages 4&5. Met her working a job at age 17 and recognized her, knew her name and remembered her well. She was an excellent student.

I’ve been teaching for 21 years and I remember all of my students, most of the students I didn’t have, and most of their previous and next teachers. I taught 2nd grade for 18 years, 4th for 1, and now 6th. It’s hard to forget people you love…ALL of them.

I had a high school English teacher who would refer to a former student named Monetta Darnell who left at the end of her junior year, went west, and changed her name to Linda. She always referred to her as Monetta.

At my 10-year High School reunion, one of the teachers singled me out to ask how I was doing, and the thing is he was never one of my teachers. Then again, I had an “interesting” High School experience. I understand that there were a few curriculum-level discussions among the staff that were sparked by my particular mix of strengths and weaknesses.

Some students are simply more memorable than others. For instance, I’d imagine that every teacher at Frazz’s school knows who Caulfield is and will remember him for the rest of their lives, whether or not he ever winds up in their classrooms.

Stephan Pastis, eat your heart out!

I seem to have been the not-so-memorable type. I actually had a 7th grade teacher give away my assigned seat in class when I was absent for a week with the flu because she didn’t remember that anyone ever sat in that place. When I came back, instead of letting me have my seat back, she made me move to the back corner of the room. I wonder if she ever realized why I lost a lot of my respect for her after that.

When I was in 7th grade, my parents went to open house and met several of my teachers. A teacher across the hall from my homeroom was Miss Morgan, who had been a teacher when my mother was in school in the same town. My mother went in to speak to her and she remembered her. Couldn’t remember her name, but knew she was one of the Shaw girls.

Iris is a great name that you don’t hear much anymore. Along w Pearl. Just my 2¢ worth

I sure love that name, among others. Good call, Ms Plainwell