I had Miss Ireland in 3rd grade. She took us to a Loyola game in 1963, the year they won the NCAA. We met her dad George and then the big thrill was meeting her then boyfriend, Pete Ward who played for the Sox. I remember shaking his hand and I thought he would snap mine off.
I had Miss Olson in 4th grade. She hated me, Ira Dudin, and Rob Letchinger. It was justified as we harassed her most of the year.
But Mr. Gruner tkaes the cake. He had a cold sore for about 6 months. He used to teach class and put on his salve while talking. Gross. One day, I put paste in his salve jar. I also glued the pages of his attendance book together. I guess I deserved all the detention I got for being a smart ass.
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