With the bailout bill failing to pass the House I began wonder what we are going to do during the Great Depression of aught-eight. Here’ a few suggestions. You could:
Suggestions?
With the bailout bill failing to pass the House I began wonder what we are going to do during the Great Depression of aught-eight. Here’ a few suggestions. You could:
Suggestions?
“Read The Grapes of Wrath”
Mr. Carlson would be thrilled.
Unless you fall off the turnip truck
Sounds like somebody wants a piece of the rock!
Wow, turnip truck I remembered, but I’d forgotten about “a piece of the rock.”
He never said anything to us ‘younger’ classes about any pieces of rock’ Must be just for you ‘older’ folk!
@Niki,
He used to keep a large hunk of stone in his top right drawer, (the one he kept open just so he could slam it dramatically to get your attention). He would occasionally pull it out to shake at people and ask if they wanted “a piece”.
I’ll never forget those rotund fingers and all the band-aides on them. It’s burned in my memory like a christmas even in cambodia.
Ha! I have never heard that one. Someone must have taken a ‘piece’.
I will never forget the smell of his room!!!! That was nasty!
Either that or all those politically correct types decided that, for some reason, it was kosher for a teacher to threaten to throw a rock the size of a softball at a student.
I will never forget the day someone put a chair with arms at his desk, instead of his- that was a pretty site!
Mr. Carlson came over and physically pushed me over – desk and all – one day because I was allegedly misbehaving. Suffice to say, I was accused of falling off the turnip truck. I was not the one, however, who loosened the screws in his chair, put spit balls on the TV, or lit matches in the middle of class to make the whole room smell.
Great comments here Crusaders! I do remember that rock!
Anthony- hard to picture you misbehaving!!!