tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post5207332301460093623..comments2023-10-23T06:31:49.539-07:00Comments on Hollywood Flakes: Unsent LetterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-66543919332905879542007-07-28T09:23:00.000-07:002007-07-28T09:23:00.000-07:00I know we are literally ages apart in years, howev...I know we are literally ages apart in years, however it seems that there was still this notion of teachers being able to do "whatever" without fear of finger pointing or reprisals from parents who thought they had gone too far.<BR/><BR/>I have a 7th grade year book with my Social Studies teacher's hand written send off:"To S'mee, the best 'SEXY'-tary I will ever have. I will be thinking about you all summer. See you next year! Mr. ____" --yeah, it was creepy even back then, but no one said a thing.<BR/><BR/>by the by, he's a town hero as well.S'meehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12101359854973455791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-42380161929169612472007-07-28T08:04:00.000-07:002007-07-28T08:04:00.000-07:00So I so want to go find that vice principle (it wa...So I so want to go find that vice principle (it was always the <I>vice</I> principles, wasn't it) and tell him to take his hands off you right this minute!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-77449871253891920782007-07-28T08:00:00.000-07:002007-07-28T08:00:00.000-07:00Mr. Stinson was a hero by the time he died. He kne...Mr. Stinson was a hero by the time he died. He knew he was going of cancer and the kids knew he was in pain and still carrying on at the school for thel love of them. Transformed in suffering, as often happens. By the time he went, they would do anything for him, even change their hairdos, if need be...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-16369290187884833742007-07-28T01:27:00.000-07:002007-07-28T01:27:00.000-07:00It's funny how just reading those types of things ...It's funny how just reading those types of things causes roller coasters. I stopped typing some of my old journals simply because I didn't care to relive the more angsty parts of my childhood (which, it seems, were the only parts I wrote about).Janellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11092893864737058248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-65138375611242027762007-07-27T13:08:00.000-07:002007-07-27T13:08:00.000-07:00Yeah, it's old Stinson. He died after I graduated...Yeah, it's old Stinson. He died after I graduated from high school. I know some people were really attached to him and his death was a very sad thing but I sure had a rough start with him!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09162148472659666694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-34442160223442711572007-07-27T13:02:00.000-07:002007-07-27T13:02:00.000-07:00Is this Mr. Stinson? He used to measure girls' sk...Is this Mr. Stinson? He used to measure girls' skirts with rulers... those were the days!<BR/><BR/>He passed away a few years ago, and now the field is named after him at the middle school. I hope though that the detentions given are still called "Stinsons"Torchnesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06598799382417627223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-7078229332369386712007-07-27T11:58:00.000-07:002007-07-27T11:58:00.000-07:00A few weeks ago I found a note that a friend had w...A few weeks ago I found a note that a friend had written to me in high school. There were some things in there that took me on a similar roller coaster... and I've been out of high school for 12 years...Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14908930035466483151noreply@blogger.com