Re: Let's hear it for great teachers....
Marc
location: Columbus, OH
listening to: gloating democrats...and that's ok, they earned it.
registered: 2001.11.02
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In 8th grade I had Mr. Hedges, a 30ish bachelor that taught history and who also happened to be my 1st period homeroom teacher. I don't know if they do homeroom anymore, but it was basically just to take attendance. Anyway, Mr. Hedges was a very likeable guy and joked around quite a bit with everyone. He was also sometimes late to homeroom and always had the habit of putting his coat and brown bag lunch in the closet at the back of the room before class. Well, one day me and a buddy got bored waiting around for him and decided to have some fun. We figured it would be fun to get in the closet and surprise him when he finally arrived to park his things. Well, we could hear him come and and say hello to the class and knew he'd be opening that door very soon so we got ready. When he opened the door we jumped up and said "heya Mr. Hedges!", laughing at our own silliness the whole time. Unfortunately though, we freaked him out so bad that he took a few steps backwards and fell straight over one of those desk/chair combos you see in schools everywhere. The whole class busted a gut right then and there, but Mr. Hedges wasn't at all happy you could tell. He wasn't hurt but he was pretty angry and after he got up he went back to the closet and pulled out his paddle. He told me and my buddy to go out in the hall and wait for him there. We were starting to freak out ourselves at that point. Mr. Hedges went down the hall to get Mr. Brundige, a very large man and the head football coach to be a witness to our deserved paddling. The two men came back down the hall toward us and Mr. Hedges told us to spread eagle against the lockers. He got into paddling position next to me as Mr. Brundige watched closely with arms folded. Then Mr. Hedges asked us "boys, do you like to scare people?". To which we both sheepishly replied "yes" after a moment of careful contemplation. Mr. Hedges stood there for a moment just looking at us with a stern glare of disappointment for what seemed like eternity and then finally he said "well boys, you're in luck...because I do too. Now get back in the room " and he and Mr. Brundige just started hysterically laughing to themselves. Just before we got to the door, Mr. Hedges said "hang on guys" and proceeded to give the bottom of his foot two sets of three whacks to make the class believe he had actually paddled us. Then we all just giggled together until we finally got ourselves composed enough to finish out the deception (for the benefit of the rest of the now very anxious class) and went back in the room rubbing our butts.That little act was a great lesson to me and it made Mr. Hedges my hero teacher from then on. I actively sought him as my teacher for government and history once I got to high school too. He was always my favorite and had huge respect from me. He was a great teacher.
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In 8th grade I had Mr. Hedges, a 30ish bachelor that taught history and who also happened to be my 1st period homeroom teacher. I don't know if they do homeroom anymore, but it was basically just to take attendance. Anyway, Mr. Hedges was a very likeable guy and joked around quite a bit with everyone. He was also sometimes late to homeroom and always had the habit of putting his coat and brown bag lunch in the closet at the back of the room before class. Well, one day me and a buddy got bored waiting around for him and decided to have some fun. We figured it would be fun to get in the closet and surprise him when he finally arrived to park his things. Well, we could hear him come and and say hello to the class and knew he'd be opening that door very soon so we got ready. When he opened the door we jumped up and said "heya Mr. Hedges!", laughing at our own silliness the whole time. Unfortunately though, we freaked him out so bad that he took a few steps backwards and fell straight over one of those desk/chair combos you see in schools everywhere. The whole class busted a gut right then and there, but Mr. Hedges wasn't at all happy you could tell. He wasn't hurt but he was pretty angry and after he got up he went back to the closet and pulled out his paddle. He told me and my buddy to go out in the hall and wait for him there. We were starting to freak out ourselves at that point. Mr. Hedges went down the hall to get Mr. Brundige, a very large man and the head football coach to be a witness to our deserved paddling. The two men came back down the hall toward us and Mr. Hedges told us to spread eagle against the lockers. He got into paddling position next to me as Mr. Brundige watched closely with arms folded. Then Mr. Hedges asked us "boys, do you like to scare people?". To which we both sheepishly replied "yes" after a moment of careful contemplation. Mr. Hedges stood there for a moment just looking at us with a stern glare of disappointment for what seemed like eternity and then finally he said "well boys, you're in luck...because I do too. Now get back in the room " and he and Mr. Brundige just started hysterically laughing to themselves. Just before we got to the door, Mr. Hedges said "hang on guys" and proceeded to give the bottom of his foot two sets of three whacks to make the class believe he had actually paddled us. Then we all just giggled together until we finally got ourselves composed enough to finish out the deception (for the benefit of the rest of the now very anxious class) and went back in the room rubbing our butts.That little act was a great lesson to me and it made Mr. Hedges my hero teacher from then on. I actively sought him as my teacher for government and history once I got to high school too. He was always my favorite and had huge respect from me. He was a great teacher.
