tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266975.post5691621291380694091..comments2023-08-20T05:42:42.803-06:00Comments on Of Dew and Donuts and Diatribes: Teacher of My DreamsBenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09916394486715539975noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266975.post-21388119680949939782008-03-08T09:23:00.000-07:002008-03-08T09:23:00.000-07:00I definitly lucked out. That dream sounds catharti...I definitly lucked out. That dream sounds cathartic. What a strange, perverse, little man he was. I really can see him killing someone one day. Or worse. ~shudder~The Damselhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08383045946910969312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266975.post-48253002367819086532008-03-05T14:05:00.000-07:002008-03-05T14:05:00.000-07:00I started the blog in laughter, but ended in tears...I started the blog in laughter, but ended in tears. Sometimes angry dreams feel good, as a sort of resolution. But sometimes, it just shows the hurt and anger that is there. How sad that this long later, he is still there. I'm glad you told him off though. <BR/>My memory is the special field trip he took us on for those of us who earned his special hall of fame award. He made us RUN UP CAPITOL HILL! Can you imagine. My friend and I were way behind and he was sitting on the capitol steps waiting for all the kids. That seems pretty irresponsible, to say the least, to me. <BR/>What a jerk!JoAnnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12538979556081549617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266975.post-9113748861766213832008-03-05T11:54:00.000-07:002008-03-05T11:54:00.000-07:00well, I finished the blog laughing. That man was ...well, I finished the blog laughing. <BR/>That man was a psycho...there are numerous stories about him, just in our own family. Other parents as well, have stories, I happen to know for fact.<BR/><BR/>I am so delighted by your dream. I hope it means you have found resolution about that horrible time in your life. Do you remember that you and I were in his classroom for p.t. conference I guess, and I very sternly asked him, "Just what did you expect Ben to do about that???" Those boys were older/bigger than you were. He seemed to settle down a lot after that.<BR/><BR/>And remember we moved just before it was Khrystine's turn to go into his class? I wish I'd been more keen to his ways long before you got there. We should have done some serious taking-it-up with higher authorities.mudderbearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04537045078065798116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266975.post-45728728086493264632008-03-04T19:00:00.000-07:002008-03-04T19:00:00.000-07:00Chad has told me many stories about this Mr. Schul...Chad has told me many stories about this Mr. Schulz. I knew he was crazy, but your stories have painted even a better picture of how crazy he truly was. I'm sorry you had such an awful experience, but it's sure a funny story.Crystalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08860847563120716196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266975.post-5868254117037827682008-03-04T15:13:00.000-07:002008-03-04T15:13:00.000-07:00Thanks for bringing back all of the repressed memo...Thanks for bringing back all of the repressed memories. I hated that guy. He was the first teacher to give me a C, and it was in social studies?? I feel bad that you had a dream about him but at least it ended pleasantly......<BR/><BR/>"I knew a girl from Mexico..."<BR/>"She bought her gas at Texaco..."<BR/>as he made us march around the playground.Mac Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10299099443253837423noreply@blogger.com