MATHEMATICS
I remember a while ago, when I was in grade school, that I had some of the most interesting teachers. Not interesting in the “I love my math class” kind of way, but in their characteristics. I remember one of my math teachers in the eighth grade, who had a receding hairline and could have used a women’s hair loss program of some sort, used to play board games and bring the candy of the winner’s choice for them the next day. One day my team won, two of my friends and me, but she did bring the candy the day after, nor the day after that. She actually never brought the candy at all. All through high school and even now when I see her I ask her about it, it is our inside joke. I remember another time I saw my seventh grade English teacher in Walgreen’s. She was one of those teachers legends were made of, the ones your older brother and sisters warn you about because she was really mean and really tall (although I guess most adults are tall when you are twelve). I was looking at some magazines waiting for my mom to finish in line when she leans over and says, “Are you lost little boy?” Scared me to death, but I turn around and she has a smile on her face I had never seen before. I remember thinking that she wasn’t that bad from that point.