Tuesday Musings #27

Write about one of your memorable high school teachers.

I had an unmemorable (Mr. Who?) Social Studies teacher in 10th grade with a weirdly memorable habit...well, let me back up. I went to high school in the eighties. BIG hair was in. I didn't have big hair which was one of many reasons I was not Miss Popularity, but my lack of big hair served me well in my 10th grade history class. I sat in the front row, right next to a girl who had big hair, not super big, but she obviously spent some time in the mornings with her can of Aqua Net to get that eighties look. Here, let me show you an example of what I mean by "eighties look". This picture is not from my yearbook since I am too lazy to go downstairs and get it, but it could be.

So anyway, you get the picture, me with my small hair, the aisle between our desks, then her with her big hair. That spot, right between our desks was our teacher's favorite place to stand and talk. We were kind of front and center, so I can see why he chose that spot...but...still to this day I can't understand why he felt compelled to put one of his hands on the top of each our heads during his entire lecture!!! I guess the NYC Dept of Ed was too stretched to buy the guy a lectern, so he made due with two students' poor beleaguered craniums.

The other thing I don't understand is why neither of us ever told him to stop. If I had a psychoanalyst, that would be the first question I'd ask him or her!

I wasn't the only one who was scarred by the experience. When my big haired friend signed my yearbook two years after the class was over, she wrote, "Remember Mr. So and So's class and how we always left with flat hair?"