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K. Courtney Franklin was my eighth grade social studies teacher. She was about 5� 6ish with caf� au lait coloured skin and short curly raven hair. She was maybe 25, 26 or so and had done a number of things before becoming a teacher, including investigative journalism for some newspaper somewhere. I used to sit in class and hang off of her every word. She was fascinating to me. Pretty and young and smart and funny. I hated her boyfriend. It was my opinion that he simply could not possibly be good enough to deserve such a wonder as was MissFranklin. She had this amazing sense of humor and always seemed to get everyone involved in class. I cannot remember one scrap of what I learned from Eighth Grade Social Studies. All that I can remember is that she always smiled at me and had an amazing laugh. She won the lottery when I was in the tenth grade, quit teaching and was never heard from again. But sometimes I dream that I am back in her classroom, raising my hand and doing anything to get her attention. I took "Teacher's Pet" as quite a compliment. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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