Posted by: thescoundrel | November 13, 2006

An Overdue Acknowledgment of Past Services Rendered

I have tried to consider what subject to post on first. I have intentionally withheld my entry in to the blogosphere so as to avoid allowing myself to get entangled in political rhetoric spewing so early in this blogs birth. Have no fear that with a blog named as this one is, politically infused apparitions are bound to materialize their ugly specter into the blog’s program. Just not this quick! Instead my first post will be an attempt to honor those Good Samaritans, other than my parents and family, whom helped direct and enlighten my path towards adulthood; junior-high and high-school teachers. It really is a thankless vocation at times. They are a mostly good people (sure there are a few stinkers in the mix but mostly they are a helping hand society) who want to serve the public by hoping to impart wisdom, knowledge and guidance upon those whose lives they touch. And this they do, in varying degrees. A lot of this degree is determined by how many heads-of-granite, such as myself, which they run into in their quest to spread knowledge. Lets face it, for every one bright-eyed bushy-tailed attentive student in class there was just as many of us sitting in class like statues pretending to listen to the pearls of wisdom being tossed our way, while worrying more about how many touchdowns we were going to score on and off the field, than we were worrying about our next test score. Plus they have to put up with the child’s growth posturing and attitude that often includes unfounded scorn and disparagement to those same would be helping hand teachers. It is amazing that teachers are willing to put up with the entire nuisance and pests, like myself, that goes with the job. Those are truly times when youth is often wasted on and by a lot of the youth. It has caused the discouragement and eventual loss to other fields of vocation by more than on would be educator of children. So in this my inaugural post I choose to salute those teachers who not only put up with my shenanigans but also somehow managed to impart enough knowledge in this thick skull to graduate and survive in this crazy world. They all were memorable in some way. Some like my early science teacher Mr. Schmidt (a giant of a man who managed to duck inside and drive a VW bug), who worked tirelessly at ways of trying to reinvent science to make it interesting to all students, who also had to find ways to overcome short attention spanned avid clockwatchers, such as myself, with his “new and improved clockwatchers show” taped over the clock. Try being a teacher, like Mr. Moens, that had to drum world geography into a sieve of a mind like mine, that is a trade mined with misery. There were teachers like Mr. Watts, Mr. Hein and Mr. Lyle that thankfully drilled mathematical problem solving abilities into our mostly uninhabited school-hour brains. There were teachers like Mr. Otis who taught us studying history (more important than golf?) and its seeming need to repeat itself, is important to survival and necessary to understand the how, who, what and where we are and came from. Who knew learning and speaking other languages other languages can be fun and entertaining, evidently Mr. Mcknight did. How would you like a job like Mrs. Besse, who got stuck with teaching soon to be released on the world male-delinquents how to cook (it is amazing the food that can be prepared that doesn’t come from a prepared canned good) and other bachelor survival tactics (I could even sew, just not in a straight line). And perhaps the most shocking of all, that teachers like Mr. Ludwig and Mrs. Latham, exposed young adults that there was far better reading available than the monthly copy of Playboy or Penthouse that was hidden in our spiral notebooks. Who knew there were books from authors like Conrad, Verne, Frost, Huxley and some guy named Shakespeare that could entertain and teach at the same time. Unbelievable! And coaches like Mr. Gray and Mr. Hainlain taught us physical education and football, could be fun as well as good for our health. And I always thought wrestling was something performed by guys named Hulk and Dirty Dusty until a Science teacher, named Mr. Vail, taught us that amateur wrestling involved science and skill not barnyard brawling. But there were far too many wise and knowledgeable Good Samaritan teachers diligently working their butts off pushing this lazy butt down the path of education, to name them all. So if any of you happen to wander through this site, I wish to pay homage and say thank you to all the teachers of the school systems for finding ways to instill knowledge into this knucklehead, despite my often disregard and numerous attempts at avoiding my educational requirements and duties. By the way Luds, my grammar and punctuation is still atrocious! Sorry about that! But my content is nearly tolerable though still way over the word-count limits. I also salute all the teachers who work tirelessly to keep this country educated and directed towards the tree of knowledge.


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