tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31974930.post5613381586481511366..comments2023-06-10T06:37:19.403-05:00Comments on ProgBlogSTL: This Aggression Will Not Stand...KBOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13446851881301140280noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31974930.post-45840613677743097072008-07-20T13:00:00.000-05:002008-07-20T13:00:00.000-05:00What you didn't know about Miss Bell was she's a h...What you didn't know about Miss Bell was she's a hoarder. Lived in some crappy house down by the fairgrounds with small paths through the whole house. Crap piled to the ceiling. Yeah - she was one crappy nutcase!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31974930.post-73317511560458243402008-07-19T21:43:00.000-05:002008-07-19T21:43:00.000-05:00My middle school pe teacher was in an estranged ma...My middle school pe teacher was in an estranged marriage to Cookie Thornton, the guy who shot up K-wood city hall. We had two hs pe teachers, one was of the isle of lesbos and the other was in her 40's and repeatedly tried out to be a Rams cheerleader. The lesbian teacher harbored a fierce crush on the cheerleader that we all watched in horror and a small dash of sympathy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31974930.post-46771298910513708412008-07-18T11:07:00.000-05:002008-07-18T11:07:00.000-05:00I can vouch for Wolverine on that one. Did he men...I can vouch for Wolverine on that one. Did he mention her name was Ms. Mann. No lie!...Banterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15355458218795193489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31974930.post-35172192960740406592008-07-18T08:42:00.000-05:002008-07-18T08:42:00.000-05:00I think every school has the lesbian looks at girl...I think every school has the lesbian looks at girls locker room chick. Actually I don't think they were either half the time but we projected stuff like that. I hated the dreaded curved spine test.. boy did i fail every time.....Crafty and Craphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14718697393793533890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31974930.post-42075146344862958892008-07-17T22:06:00.000-05:002008-07-17T22:06:00.000-05:00I had Ms. Jones (who was in a relationship with a ...I had Ms. Jones (who was in a relationship with a social studies teacher, Ms. Douglass, and by some bizarre twist, looked more like Ms. Jones's twin than her lovah) in junior high. She once told us that the night before each first-day-of-school, she has a recurring dream in which she teaches her classes naked and doesn't realize it.<BR/><BR/>According to urban legend, Ms. Jones would check us out in the locker room. Don't you worry, my friends. . .homophobia is alive and well in West County. Ms. Jones likes REAL ladies, not 13-year-old girls with braces and training bras.<BR/><BR/>Ms. Jones was pretty nice.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31974930.post-88240512681061733882008-07-17T21:39:00.000-05:002008-07-17T21:39:00.000-05:00That's pretty bad. When I was in elementary at Wil...That's pretty bad. When I was in elementary at Wilson School (in STL), the gym teacher used to take us out to the track/playground and make us circle up for stretches. After stretches, she'd make us start running while listening to a tape with a song called "Chicken Fat." Basically the song tells kids that if you don't exercise, you'll be fat. Nothing like telling a 7 year old that if they don't keep running, they'll be a fat chicken...SusanIskhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09930936327910757234noreply@blogger.com