Things I cannot remember
My third grade teacher's name. See, we had a nickname for her (and presumably she had a given name) but in the haze of young adult hood, I've forgotten the difference between the two. Was my third grade teacher's name actually Mrs. Bowser, or was that just our wit-ridden name for her? If it was her given name, that was an amazingly timely coincidence for the children roaming the hallowed halls of Walden grade school in 1988.
My first thought is that my teacher when I was eight sharing a name with the main bad guy of a very popular video game is fairly suspect. She was also, coincidently, the teacher who forced a bunch of bitch-ass book reports (Sword of Shannara), country reports (Poland), and animal reports (sharks) on me. All of which I hated with well publicized passion. This lends credibility to the fact that I would equate her with a dinosaur. Dragon. Turtle.
Furthermore, if it was bowser, then what would our clever name have been? Because I remember clearly having one of those for her. There is no need to further mock a teacher with the misfortune of having a shitty name. You don't call Miss CockenSmack anything but her glorious god given surname, and you don't have to mess with Mrs. Bowser either.
However, if her name wasn't bowser, than I have NO IDEA what it was. Bower? Booser? Bowsen? Nothing. Blank. While logically I can see that there is a low probability that, given the circumstances, her name was indeed bowser, I cannot shake the feeling that it may well have been.
Could I find out with relative ease what her real name was? Yeah.
Do I want to? No. I like some mysteries.
My first thought is that my teacher when I was eight sharing a name with the main bad guy of a very popular video game is fairly suspect. She was also, coincidently, the teacher who forced a bunch of bitch-ass book reports (Sword of Shannara), country reports (Poland), and animal reports (sharks) on me. All of which I hated with well publicized passion. This lends credibility to the fact that I would equate her with a dinosaur. Dragon. Turtle.
Furthermore, if it was bowser, then what would our clever name have been? Because I remember clearly having one of those for her. There is no need to further mock a teacher with the misfortune of having a shitty name. You don't call Miss CockenSmack anything but her glorious god given surname, and you don't have to mess with Mrs. Bowser either.
However, if her name wasn't bowser, than I have NO IDEA what it was. Bower? Booser? Bowsen? Nothing. Blank. While logically I can see that there is a low probability that, given the circumstances, her name was indeed bowser, I cannot shake the feeling that it may well have been.
Could I find out with relative ease what her real name was? Yeah.
Do I want to? No. I like some mysteries.
1 Comments:
Feeling "forced" into doing anything about sharks makes me sad for your 8 year old self.
AmyChop
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