We all remember the somewhat-iffy glory days of our semi-beloved junior high school!
Some of us adored it and some of us hated it. Apparently, Ted, whose yearbook I found on the shelves of my local thrift store, fits into the latter catagory.
So pull your hair into a side pony tail and twist your hat backwards and let’s take a little trip to Junior High 1991 courtesy of Ted:
Now here’s a student who, even though he tried valiantly NOT to listen during Language Arts class, accidentally absorbed a few nuggets of wisdom.
Not only do I give him kudos for remembering two of the eight parts of speech, but he even threw in “vowel” as well as the rarest type of letter in the alphabet, “the consant.”
I’m also giving him extra points for mentioning the “prep prase” which I’m guessing is any prepositional phrase that is complimentary.
Apparently this same kid was also in Ted’s History class.
Now here’s a category they didn’t have when I was in Junior High:
Not to be confused with:
And of course, what yearbook would be complete without fun photo doctoring:
Everybody had a Jr. High math teacher named Mr. Flem (or should have):
The eternally effervescent P.E. teacher, Mrs. Miller, leaves Ted with these parting words:
“Ted, you’ve got a great personality. Keep things in the right perspective OK?
Ted! You gotta love him, don’t you?
Until next time . . . I love you