tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758327280459500976.post5052601724806007699..comments2023-05-25T03:43:07.527-06:00Comments on Ponderosa Pinings: Pinehurst:: Seventh GradePinehurst in my Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839389283883857130noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758327280459500976.post-24095354091142434292007-07-16T15:59:00.000-06:002007-07-16T15:59:00.000-06:00I really don't know what was going on in her mind....I really don't know what was going on in her mind. Most of my teachers "loved" me because I was inquisitive, involved and obedient. (The fact I remember it all these years indicates the impact that statement had on me.)<BR/><BR/>When I got older, I did "try" the patience of a few of my teachers. Seems I hit that age where I realized they were just people. In seventh grade, I was still awestruck by their intelligence and command of the classroom.Pinehurst in my Dreamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14839389283883857130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758327280459500976.post-84117659875280170722007-07-16T11:53:00.000-06:002007-07-16T11:53:00.000-06:00Great memory you have there. It's fun to read your...Great memory you have there. It's fun to read your 'school' posts. And isn't it something to be able to look back and see those 'grown ups' were not as savvy as we thought they were? Some teachers should definitely have been taught a thing or two - before they start teaching.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com