Looking back, I was either a very good student and my teacher loved me or I was a loudmouthed nightmare. I am not sure what makes me behave differently in different situations but I am sure that I really bothered my high school art teacher. She was much too patient with me for how obnoxious I was. I wasn’t mean or anything I was just a super smart alec and maybe sometimes I reached a mean level. For example, We did a calligraphy section and I turned in this masterpiece:
Sorry Mrs. Haney and thanks for teaching me art.
LOL. The folly of youth, eh? It was Mrs. Thomas the English teacher, for me. I bet all she did was chuckle at it.