Middle School Memories ...

So my new boss, eerily enough Kevin with an unusual k-last name, went to my rival high school. We probably could sit and talk for days about the great battles between our high schools, which were only a few miles apart.

But today at lunch, we talk about our middle school. See, we went to the same middle school five years apart. We had some of the same teachers, who had some of the same habits when he was in middle school (up until 1989) when I finished in 1994.

So we went down the list.

Mrs. Bock. check.
Mr. Peters. check.
Mr. Fenton. check.

Then we got to a teacher who I will refer to as Ms. East, only because her name was a direction and because what she did was embarassing.

"So do you remember, Ms. East?" Kevin asked me.

"Yeah," I said, keeping my comments about her brief because I didn't want to be the one to out the rumor. "I remember her."

There was a pause.

Then Kevin just said it.

"You know she used to stand at the chalkboard and just dig in her nose like crazy."

I walked away laughing hysterically. I really bugged up because he said exactly what I was thinking but didn't want to say. The lady really had a problem digging in her nose, and it apparently lasted at least five years.

We went on to talk about how Mr. Fenton had us memorize all of the presidents and the years that they were in office. And about how Mr. Peters was probably the strangest, yet coolest teacher in all of the school.

It was weird.

There's one other person who works with me who went to that same middle school. We haven't delved into any stories, but in due time we will. I'm sure of it.