memorable does not equal good.

• Andrews: 6th grade (part of it anyway). Absent a lot, there was a rumor that she had shingles. Possibly a man. Talked off topic quite a bit. Told us girls not to sit with our legs all wide open because of our skirts then she sat on the counter doing just that (thankfully not in a skirt). Met Bill Clinton and could only tell us that his ear cartilage was a bit fucked up.
• Kellem: senior year English. PROFESSOR UMBRIDGE FROM HARRY POTTER IS REAL. Cried some, but not during my classes (damn). Ruined Hamlet. And English class in general for me. Had no backbone. May have been the most that I ever hated a teacher.
• Delaney: senior year creative writing. Called me an Anglophile. Loved Robbie Williams and Ewan MacGregor. Quite sweet but sometimes pushy. Fun to talk to. Honest.
• Slotchhauer(?): 6th-8th grade history. "Take out your spiiirals". Weird obsession with cats and testing on the year in Roman numerals. My grandmother talked back to her once. 3x5 cards.
• O'Neal: middle school religion. Really very scary if you got on her bad side. Had to keep my cell phone in her office until the end of the day. I seem to remember her getting angry easily.
• Molnar: frosh English, religion and soph-sen history/gov. Awesome possum. Said my dad was cute (disturbing). Liked Bruce Springsteen. Very cool and laid back. Short. Fired. Highly amusing. Roll call.
• Burson: soph-sen history and psych. Talked really fast, lecture was almost exhausting. Funny and played music sometimes. Got her to watch Hairspray. Talked about my pink beads a lot.