6th grade, remember your experience? Do you remember your teachers, or just one in particular?
I do. I have an uncanny memory for all of my teachers, first and last names, the when, the where, and most of all, how they made me feel.
My sixth grade year at Basalt Middle School wasn't out of the ordinary for the first half. I was learning to wrestle, figuring out some of the dynamics of family and school life, learning who my friends were...and weren't.
Mrs. Palmer was my teacher. She remains a fixture in my life. In fact, she attended our thirty year high school reunion. As is the case with every teacher, she had her sayings and things she would do that are memorable.
- Shutting the lights off if class got too rowdy meant we would all retreat to our desks, heads down, and wait for her gentle voice to guide us back to reality.
- Firmly calling out, "Cool your jets!"
- The non-negotiable of all rules, we were never allowed to utter the words, "Shut up". Ever.
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